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Goldilocks & the Three Men Masterlist
You were warned not to go into the enchanted forest, but there was something that was calling to you, and you ran in anyway. You shouldn’t be talking to strangers, shouldn’t be eating unknown fruits. You shouldn’t have done a lot of things.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 ⭐COMPLETE⭐
Take Another Journey Into the Woods
A/N: This is a dark fic with themes of dub con, non con, drugging, and will become more intense each chapter. 18+ ONLY!! Proceed with caution, and read all warnings before each chapter. YOU are the one responsible for the content you consume.
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𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦 - modern royalty au!lee felix x female reader
wc: 16.2k words (i’m sorry)
rating: 18+. MDNI
cw: felix and mc being dumbasses part 2, no use of y/n, again a vast use of sickeningly sweet petnames, MORE ANGST, MORE FLUFF, unrequited feelings (or is it), chan being a sweet but teasing older brother, feminist bang chan, smut warnings under the cut!
synopsis: it's getting close to your arranged marriage to your best friend, and you're getting more and more conscious of the guilt you feel that he doesn't know you love him. why can't you just be honest with him for once?
a/n: this is part 2 to my fic fairy flowers - thank you all for showing so much love :D I HOPE U LIKE THIS PART TOO
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sw: making out, use of petnames in bed (again), oral (f&m receiving), fingering (f receiving), felix talking u through it, dirty talk (not too graphic i swear), handjobs, cum eating, loss of virginity (both), maybe a slight breeding kink or a major one idk, felix crying cos it feels too good
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You’d loved Lee Felix since the day you met him, and you were soon to be married to him.
It was something that you’d hoped would diminish with age, but the feelings only seemed to get stronger with every inch you grew in height. You dreamt of your sunshine the night after his brother - the Crown Prince - interrupted you two, the scent of baby’s breath filling your nostrils. It almost distracted you from the feeling of dainty fingertips traveling softly up your thigh to between your legs. It had, of course, been only a dream, much like any of your others about your best friend.
Other than your not-real sexual trysts, the pressure of becoming a Princess was heavily weighing down your mind. You wouldn’t be able to do all the things you used to do - gone would be lazing in the meadow on a Saturday, and you could probably forget about your book club altogether. You had little freedom beforehand given that Felix was a Prince, but that little freedom would be stripped away completely once you two were married. You’d be expected to appear by Felix’s side as an almost monarch, with a solemn but friendly expression on your face. You had to be careful, you had to be perfect.
Needless to say, you felt like a fucking fraud. There you were, completely and utterly in love with your best friend, and having to pretend that you were only pretending to be. You hoped this wasn’t obvious by your flustered facial expression while you sidled up close to Felix during your engagement party, dressed in all of your finery and feeling like a dickhead, to be honest. Felix had made sure that he had a tight yet comforting arm around your waist the whole time, a hand resting above your hip conservatively.
As if he hadn’t been making out with you a mere few hours before. That was something you hadn’t really addressed yet. It hadn’t been awkward, it had been far from it - you hoped that anything could make the atmosphere awkward between you and your prince - but you still felt guilty. You’d been going along with it, agreeing to it just being practicing. In reality, you felt like you were flying a bit too close to the sun, like that fucking Icarus guy in the Greek mythology tale Felix had forced you to read when you were still spotty teenagers.
“My lady?” You focused back on the man standing in front of you, Felix’s fingers digging into your side softly to bring you back into reality. He was some sort of noble, you weren’t sure of his name - he stood there with graying hair, a salt and pepper beard trimmed neatly and beady dark eyes staring at you. He didn’t even seem like a noble, really, more like a reporter designed purely to get information from both you and Felix.
“I’m sorry. What did you ask? I just got lost in my own thoughts. The excitement, y’know,” You mumbled in response, making Felix smile at the man in way of an apology. You tried not to play with the hem of your sleeves, another dress your mother had forced you in. You always thought you were of reasonable education, even having etiquette training, but you still felt out of place as the prince’s intended wife. The prince’s betrothed, even. You wished for a moment where you and Felix could be alone and more like yourselves again.
“That’s alright, my lady. I was asking about your love. I’m just curious, when was it that you realized you were in love with each other?” The man cocked his head to the side. You were flustered, leaning further into Felix’s side. He was beautiful tonight, he always was really - and he was ever so eager to save you when you were in an awkward position.
He did so at that moment. “I think we’ve always been in love. Just took a bit of thinking to notice it, right, sugarplum?” You blushed at the cringey nickname, elbowing Felix. The man chuckled at the display of banter and bid you both farewell, entering the crowd of bustling nobles. Felix’s statement weighed on your mind. You wished to believe that he meant it, that he loved you too.
You turned to Felix, humming as you placed your hands on his shoulders. His shoulders were broad now, unlike the way they had been when you were younger and he was smaller, narrower. You brushed off nonexistent dust on his dark navy suit jacket, playing with the soft blonde tendrils of hair at his nape. He’d been placed in sophisticated wear not dissimilar to yours, a dark velvet matching suit with a white shirt underneath. “Thanks for the help, Lix. I’m really nervous, to be honest.”
“You should always be honest with me,” Felix gave you a toothy smile, his eyes forming crescent moons. “You’re doing amazing, you know that? I know it’s awkward for you, so I had an idea. How’s about… do you want to sneak into my room tonight? I have to speak to Chan about some stuff once we’re done here, but I was thinking we could make a blanket fort and just talk. Just us, like old times?”
You smiled at the memory. You and Felix, prior to it being frowned upon to be in each other’s chambers, building blanket and pillow forts and reading books draped over one another. Your mothers would both smile upon finding you two drooling in the morning, books still open and more often than not fallen on your face and giving you a sore nose the next day. You were still as enchanted by him as you were years before, staring at the constellation of fawn freckles on his face.
“Of course, Lixie. I’ll be there.”
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You had a plan.
A plan to confess, actually. You’d never made such a brave decision in your life, not even those times you kissed Changbin when you were younger. You’d been studying, investigating, brainstorming - much like those detectives in the television shows Felix made you watch who stand with a board adorned with pictures and red string, going insane. You’d had an idea following the ending of the engagement party, and decided that you were going to recommend a book to Felix. It was an action that wasn’t out of the ordinary, and you had just the right idea. It would be a confession without being so explicit and embarrassing.
Following the party, you made quick work of your plan before your blanket fort date with Felix. Were you allowed to call it a date, now that you were going to be getting married? You decided you could. It was your turn to discuss a book for your book club, and you decided you were going to recommend Emma by Jane Austen. It was one you’d never discussed, and once you flicked through the few copies of the novel in the palace library, you were sure Felix hadn’t read it. His signature dog-earing of the old pages was nowhere to be seen in all of the pages you flicked through, so you tucked a random copy under your arm and returned to your room.
You hadn’t even read the book yourself, but you knew the gist from studying it briefly. It was a tale of multiple relationships between different characters, with a particular focus on a slow burn love that sprouts between protagonist Emma and her close friend Mr. Knightley. You hoped Felix would read between the lines and take notice of what you were trying to say when you handed him the book that night. You liked the concept of Mr. Knightley’s character - considerate, fond of Emma and had extremely high morality. He reminded you of Felix. Emma was nothing like you, however, apart from the fact that she made regular mistakes. That was exactly like you, you mused as you pulled your pajamas on to head to Felix’s chambers. This whole thing could be categorized as a mistake, but it was the boldest thing you’ve ever done and you knew Felix would be proud of you if he knew you were planning on doing it.
Or, he’d be absolutely scandalized. It was concerning him, after all.
You raised your hand up to knock on your Prince’s bedroom door, only to have the door swing open right in your face. The friendly, casual smile you’d plastered on dropped as soon as you laid eyes on him. He was dressed in a tight black tank top, joggers slung low on his hips and hair still slightly damp from a shower. You felt subordinate in a baggy hoodie - that actually previously belonged to Felix - and pajama shorts, a flimsy linen tote bag slung over your shoulder with a toothbrush and the copy of Emma laying inside. Your eyes were widened, staring at his almost bare shoulders, freckles littered all over the exposed skin. You hadn’t even put shoes on, for Christ’s sake, only a pair of fuzzy slippers with a baby chick on your feet.
“Hey, sugarplum,” Felix smiled brightly, before his dark eyes flicked to your tote bag. His smile fell, focusing on the rectangular shape concealed by the linen. “Please tell me that’s not a copy of Princess Diaries. I can’t do it again, I’m sorry.”
You scoffed, pushing past him and throwing your tote bag on the bed. “It’s a fucking book, Pixie. For our club, remember?”
Felix let out one of his award winning giggles, throwing himself down onto his plush bed. His room was obviously more lavish than yours, and you took a second to take it all in, given that it had been so long since you’d entered the room. The sheets were soft - the type of comfort that was obvious just from gazing at them, and the four poster bed was adorned with a sheer beige canopy that hung over the bed frame. You tried to avoid looking at Felix as you spun around and stared, taking in the moonlight flickering in through the curtains. The room was lit only by two bedside lamps, giving it a cozy ambience and making your Prince look even more ethereal - if that was possible. His hair fanned out around him as he waited in silence.
When you finally looked at him again, the signature Felix smile was plastered on his face. Dumb Felix comment incoming, you registered. “I have two issues with this current situation, sugarplum.”
You groaned, throwing yourself onto the bed. You made quick work and shuffled your slippers off, letting them drop to the hardwood floor unceremoniously and hiding your face in the pillow. You let one eye poke over the pillowcase as you looked at him, speaking, “and what would that be, your majesty?”
Felix elbowed you playfully at the quip before rolling over onto his side, his light blonde fringe taking up a lot of the beautiful face that you wanted nothing more than to stare at. “Firstly, it’s not book club day, which means all talk of books is strictly prohibited and also frowned upon. It is the agreed upon rules.”
“By whom? Who agreed to that?” You were teasing him, grinning into the pillowcase.
“Me!” Felix yelled. “And you. You established the rule! Secondly, you should be staring at me, your smoking hot fiance, not the room! You’ll have plenty of time to lay in this bed when we’re married, plenty of time to stare at the walls while we-”
“F- Felix!” You screamed, trying to push him off the bed with your feet, using all your body weight. He simply smiled at you cockily, pushing your feet off of him and widening his eyes to taunt you. “I- Don’t talk about us doing that! It’s… uncouth.”
“Uncouth? Were you thinking of us having sex?! I was going to say watching films together, but seeing as you’re so focused on what almost happened earlier…” You were lost for words as Felix stared at you, raising an eyebrow. You tried to stutter out a few things before just giving up, groaning in response to Felix’s giggle at your struggle.
You jumped up from the bed, grabbing the pillow with one hand and hitting him with it. Felix squealed, kicking his legs out playfully. You avoided looking at the sliver of skin that was revealed through the action, courtesy of his loose-fitting joggers. You sighed. “Blanket fort, Pixie. It’s game time.”
After half an hour of you and Felix bickering over the construction of your blanket fort - he insisted on using the bed frame and the canopy to make it cozier, but you tried to explain you had nothing to use to attach his spare blankets to the frame. He quickly realized that you were, in fact, correct once the blankets fell off of the wooden posts and onto your head, blinding you with fluffy cotton - you were finally settled. You both laid wrapped up snug as bugs in the blankets, only your heads poking out as you stared at each other comfortably.
“Let’s sleep like this,” Felix chirped. “Burritos.”
You giggled, nuzzling further into the blanket wrapped around you. “We should’ve put a film on before we got all cozy like this.”
“No need, we can talk about the book you brought here. What is it you wanted me to read?”
You blanched, staring down at the blanket. Felix’s head barely poked out of the fabric. He gazed at you as you struggled to speak yet again. “It’s- no book club talk. It’s not book club day.”
Felix rolled over and hit you in his blanket burrito, headbutting your chest softly. Now that he’d rolled over on the mattress, he was closer to you, almost nose to nose. You bit your lip, not noticing his eyes flickering down to your bottom lip.
“It’s called Emma,” you began. “One of, um… Jane Austen’s books. It’s- It’s. It’s good. I just thought… you’d enjoy it, y’know? Then we can like, discuss theories, or something. Discuss the book. The characters. The plot. There’s, like- yeah.”
This had to go in the top three, if not the top of worst confessions ever. Felix was simply staring at you, nodding, letting you speak. He’d always been understanding. Okay, you thought. You can say it.
“There’s two characters that remind me of us. Emma, she’s um- the main one. She’s the main character, the protagonist, or whatever. Then there’s Mr. Knightley, he’s like… you. Like you. He reminds me of you, and then Emma would be me, and then-”
You were cut off with a chaste peck to your lips, your eyes remaining open and widening with shock. Felix pulled away with a smile. You didn’t even have enough time to process it before he was speaking again. He was acting like the kiss was normal.
“I’ll read it, sugarplum. Sounds really good! I mean, if that guy is like me, he must be really fucking hot, right?” He was smiling ear to ear, trying to encourage you by joking around. He must’ve noticed that you’d never been so shy to talk about a novel you’d found before. You were normally the one who spoke more between the two of you, gushing about all of the language analysis and plot devices you’d discovered. You even went so far to link it to historical context around the novel most of the time. This was different though, you’d used yours and his love language of books to confess and he’d have no clue until he actually read it.
You briefly registered that you’d maybe made a mistake by doing this. First of all, you knew this could ruin your friendship. That was something you had actually considered, and you’d still decided to do it, because you were impulsive and nervous. That was by the by. But, now that you’d decided to give him this book, it meant that you had to wait until he’d actually read it and realized what you were trying to say - if he even realized, actually. Princes live very busy lives. Perhaps he wouldn’t even read it until after your wedding, in which case it was just plain fucking awkward.
Wedding. It still hadn’t really sunk in for you yet, the fact that you would be a princess by marriage.
You shut your eyes briefly, taking a deep breath. “Anyway,” you trailed off, desperately wanting to change the subject. Felix hummed in response, going with the change of pace. “What did Chan- erm, Chris, want to talk to you about?”
It was Felix’s turn to get flustered, shifting awkwardly in his cocoon and repositioning so his head was on your chest, pushing you flat on your back. You pulled your arm out of your own blanket to rest on his head, stroking through the strands. “Okay, so you know my mother is abdicating before she gets too old?”
“Yeah, it’s just a matter of time, really. Palace gossip has been running wild since Chan got married.” You felt awkward addressing Chan by his Korean name - it always felt too personal, but Felix didn’t react, simply nodding against your chest.
“Well, the Queen isn’t the only one who’s abdicating,” Felix began. His head was still on your chest, as if he refused to look you in the eyes. Was he insinuating…? “Um, yeah. So, Chan is abdicating so that his wife can rule her own kingdom, something against two heirs being married and both being monarchs. That means that I’m gonna be the King, so then you’ll be the, um…. Queen Consort. I didn’t want to- well, no, I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want you to be scared off.”
“I’m not scared.” You really fucking were.
“You should always be honest with me,” your Prince chirped again, a familiar phrase. He shifted onto his forearms, chest looming above yours and his face mere inches from your own. You stayed cocooned in your blanket, your one arm hanging out and still positioned uselessly on his head. “Are you scared, sugarplum? It’s a lot of power. I understand if you’re scared.”
You sighed. “I guess I am, maybe a little bit. But I’ll be okay with you by my side, Pixie. I suppose I’ll be fine being your Queen,” You tried to joke, grinning, but the look in Felix’s eyes was anything but amused. He stared at you with his facial expression showing nothing but timidness. Your smile fell and you blinked owlishly at him, jaw dropped. “I- Sorry, was that not funny?”
“That’s… shit, sugarplum, that got me fucking turned on?” Felix admitted, his eyes darting down to his crotch concealed by the joggers and the blanket. You gasped, your eyes following his own as if you’d be able to see his naked cock through the layers of clothes. “I think it was the Queen thing.”
“The Queen is your mother, Felix.”
“Don’t- Don’t ruin the mood,” Felix groaned, throwing himself down so he was lying on top of you, chest to chest. “I meant like, you being the Queen. ‘M gettin’ all hot because of that. Sorry, sugarplum.”
Oh. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Felix’s cheeks were blazing while he pushed the blanket down to his waist with his right hand, fanning himself with the left. “Just you like, I dunno - being mine? You being the Queen? Yeah. That does it for me. Shit, it’s so warm in here. Are you warm?” He was still wrestling with the blanket, starting to grab yours in frustration. Your sunshine Prince was looking shy, and he rarely got shy. He rambled when he was shy. You wanted to save him from his awkwardness.
“Um,” You stated, rather intelligently. Good start. “I guess. Yeah. I’m warm. Do you want to like, maybe… practice? The wedding is soon, Pixie.” It wasn’t for another few weeks, at least. They were bringing the marriage forward, previously for an unknown reason to you. You knew after Felix’s explanation that it was because the Queen was planning on giving up the throne to Chan, who would then abdicate, leaving Felix to be the heir. She clearly wanted you both to be married before Felix took the throne, and you assumed the whole situation would take a lot of paperwork and celebratory parties.
You quickly registered that you wouldn’t even be able to sneak off and get drunk with Changbin at the parties because you were now officially a public figure. Shame. It was probably the only thing that helped with your nerves.
Still, you were now feeling the tell-tale fluttering of butterflies in your stomach and a growing tingling sensation between your legs at the idea of your best friend being horny while in the same bed as you. While on top of you, actually. You wanted to punch yourself in the face.
Felix went still on your chest. “I mean, that is actually such a great idea. Maybe my stupid brother won’t walk in this time,” He didn’t even look at you. “Actually, we should probably stop talking about my family members right now.”
“Yeah, you should shut up, Lix,” you chided him, trying to lighten the mood. You tried to seem false-intimidating, but you couldn’t even do the false part given that you were still half wrapped in a blanket. With a soft ‘hey!’ and a quick scolding tap to your ankle, Felix was shifting again, moving so he was looking directly at you. Your Prince, you thought, staring into his dark doe eyes and following the slope of his button nose down to his full lips.
You wondered if it was strange, what you two were doing. Chan hadn’t really acted like it was - he had teased you more than anything, but isn’t that what big brothers do? You wondered if anyone else had ever been in this situation, in love with their best friend and completely aware of the fact that they were taking advantage of the situation by being able to kiss said best friend.
You decided you didn’t care, especially when Felix was shooting forward to press those full lips against yours and immediately keening softly into the open mouthed kiss. This was something you knew how to do, considering you were making out earlier that same day. Was that weird? It had only been a few hours… Were you insatiable? Yeah, probably.
Felix did well to distract you from your racing thoughts, his dainty hands going up to your jaw and gripping softly. You always thought his hands were well matched for someone of his status - small and delicate, but when clad with rings they looked to be nothing but powerful. You let out a soft sigh when his tongue started to dance against yours, hands going up to rest on his shoulders. You loved the feeling of his lips against yours and decided you’d never get sick of it as you returned the kiss with just as much energy. You let your hands slide up to his hair, pulling softly at his mullet.
Felix liked that, apparently, since he groaned softly in his deep timbre into the kiss before pulling away. His chest was heaving and flushed crimson with a blush that showed over that fucking black tank top.
He looked shy again. “I want to touch you, like, in that way,” He blurted out, your eyes focused on the expanse of skin showing on his chest. You glanced up at him, seeing him biting his lip. “Is that strange? I mean, we’ll have to do it when we get married anyway, right?”
You nodded, shrugging your shoulders and trying to act nonchalant. “I guess we would’ve ended up doing it earlier anyway,” Felix smiled, more confident at your agreement. “I just don’t really know what I’m doing, Pixie.”
Felix cooed, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks and squishing them together. “That’s okay, sugarplum. Neither do I, to be honest, but I’ve been researching.” He hadn’t done anything like that either? Had he… he hadn’t waited for you, right?
You immediately wanted to change the subject, not wanting to be disappointed. “Researching?”
“I asked Chan,” Felix admitted, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. You scoffed, kicking his leg softly with your foot. “Hey! He ‘bones’ a lot, you said it yourself-“
“No talk about family members, remember?” You chided, smiling. You felt so relaxed with him - as you always had up until your recent love crisis - and you decided that if you were going to do anything sexual with anyone, it had to be Felix. Your Prince. You wriggled out of your blanket burrito, kicking your legs out triumphantly once you were free of your confines.
Felix did the same, pushing the rest of his blanket off and letting the fabric fall around his feet. He looked at you, smiling fondly and shifting so he was comfortably on top of you, your legs slung over his hips. He licked his lips. “Mm, come here.”
With a swift move forward, your Prince was kissing you again, this time with a renewed intensity. His lips were almost harsh against yours, but the fullness made up for his aggressive nature. His hands went up to your hips, pushing up the fabric of your shirt and his thumbs rubbing circles. Felix breathed heavily into the sloppy kiss you were sharing, and you shifted impatiently as you wished for more.
He was getting antsy too, something you noted when his mouth separated from yours and instantly pressed against your neck, licking and biting at the skin but making sure not to leave any marks. You couldn’t have people believing you’d had sex before marriage, of course, but you still whined the same as if he was giving you a million marks and claiming you as his. You thought about earlier, when you’d been caught by Chan. What would have happened if you kept going?
“We- Lix-” You were cut off with your own whine when Felix’s teeth nipped at a particularly sensitive spot on the crook of your neck. “We can’t have- Lix, fuck, listen to me! We can’t have sex.”
Felix’s head poked up at that, his eyebrows raised in shock and amusement. “We’re not going to have sex. Jesus, you just want to jump straight into it, don’t you-”
“No! I meant that we can’t have sex until the wedding. You seemed to be getting pretty excited, so I thought I’d just remind you,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and trying to shift away from him. He didn’t permit this, his hands pulling you back to your old position by your hips. Your mind went blank at the show of dominance.
“We’re not going to have sex, duh. I want to touch you. I said that, didn’t I?” Felix was giggling again, flicking your forehead as a way of teasing. You frowned, and Felix immediately pulled his hands away from your hips, resting them in your hair instead. “Is that okay? Do you want me to touch you, sugarplum?”
He was asking for consent. You didn’t think Felix had ever asked you if it was okay if he did anything. Then again, this situation was different, and you smiled softly at the reassuring question. Of course you wanted him to touch you. You thought someone would have to be blind to not want Lee Felix to touch them. You personally wanted his hands touching intricately all over you at every second of every day. “I- Yeah. I want you to touch me.”
At your consent, Felix gave you a quick smooch to your nose and started to kiss down your body. He didn’t remove your shirt, only pushing it up at the hem so that it rested just underneath your tits. You’d foregone a bra for comfort, but you were quickly regretting it when you saw the hard peaks of your nipples poking through your shirt. This didn’t go unnoticed by Felix, and he grinned against your tummy when his eyes landed on your nipples, reaching up to brush his thumbs over the sensitive buds teasingly. You moaned softly in response, a high-pitched, embarrassing noise - but Felix seemed to like it, if the kick of his hips against the mattress was any indication.
“Never fucked anyone, you know that, sugarplum? Wanted it to be you,” he breathed out against your tummy, button nose nudging at the top of your underwear and bottoms. You squirmed, sighing out loud. “Wanted it to be you, always. But you’re so fucking…”
You almost forgot to reply when his teeth grazed against the fabric, heavy breathing now being spilled over your core. The sensation was hidden by the two layers of clothing, but it sent shockwaves up your spine just the same. He looked to be going insane, hair mussed with sweat and darkening the strands to a milky coffee shade while his eyes were blown wide with lust. His mouth was slightly open, exasperated, pouty rose lips permitting the erotic breaths of air to escape from his lungs. They rang off the walls like church bells, incredibly pleasant to your ears, juxtaposing the precariousness of your situation. “S-So what? Felix, just… please…”
“So fucking oblivious,” Felix whispered. His thumbs found themselves yanking both layers down at once to expose your dripping hole, clit swollen and throbbing, aching for the touch of your best friend. You felt yourself blush while he took you in, a deep groan rasping through the air at the sight of you wet and needy for him. Only for him, you thought, legs spreading wider to let him get a better look despite your embarrassment. He was looking at you in your entirety, eyes tracing a path over your labia and down to your twitching hole. He was murmuring incoherently, his jaw dropped in shock. “You’re so wet, sugarplum. Jesus, you’re so fucking wet, what the fuck?”
You groaned, throwing your arm over your face to hide. “Lix, shut up. It’s not like I can help it. You were kissing me, and- and stuff.”
“And you think your bestie is so totally hot, yeah, I get it,” You huffed again at the comment. He was getting closer now, breaths warming up the wet slick that had accumulated around your bottom set of lips. Your hands dropped to your sides, gripping the sheets awkwardly as if you didn’t know where exactly to place them. “I’m gonna taste you. That's okay, yeah?”
You nodded, shifting around impatiently once again. He let those small hands go up to hold your hips down, the show of power once again going straight to the pit of your tummy. The feeling was meant to be reserved just for your dreams, but here Felix was, reenacting everything that you’d tried to push to the back of your mind.
Just as you hit that realization, Felix was shooting forward once again, delivering a fat lick up the middle of your core. He groaned as he tasted you. His precision was anything but perfect, but he was eager, licking through your folds and cleaning you of all of the sweet dew that had accumulated there. He pressed a soft kiss to your clit, those plump lips wrapping around your button and giving it a quick suck before he pulled away.
Felix swiped his middle finger through your folds, groaning in that deep voice as you got wet despite him just cleaning you up with his tongue. “You taste so sweet, like fucking sugar. I knew there was a reason why I was calling you sugarplum.”
You whined when his finger breached your hole, immediately curving upwards to find that spongy spot inside of you. Chan had told him how to do some good things, you’d muse afterwards - but your brain was too fuzzy to think about anyone else when your best friend reattached his lips to your clit and sucked hard. You wondered if his finger would reach so deep inside of you, given his small hands, but he had clearly hit the exact right angle and pressed on it just as he sucked. Your hands went down to his hair gripping harshly. You didn’t realize just how hard you were yanking the strands. “Mm, fuck- more, more, please-“
Felix hummed in response, his tongue swirling around your clit while he continued to suck. You writhed and whimpered out loud, not caring of who heard you. That was something you’d also consider later, when your brain wasn’t so foggy with lust.
Looking down at Felix between your legs, you wanted to paint that image onto your eyelids so that you saw it every time you blinked. His hips were still kicking up a fuss against the mattress, small, aborted thrusts as if he was a bit too embarrassed to do it fully. His hair was messy from you grabbing onto it, something that made you retract your hands immediately. His eyes were practically rolling back into his head as he tried to keep his eyes on you to see your reactions, and his free hand was still pinning your hips down to keep you from moving too sharply away from his ministrations. He looked beautiful, as he normally did, but even more so now - your Prince looked thoroughly debauched. You hadn’t even touched him. You couldn’t wait to touch him.
You quickly noticed that just the image of him was making you hurtle closer to the edge. You’d felt this before, of course, many times when you shoved your hand down your trousers in your way of settling down to go to sleep. This was stronger, though. Every cell in your body felt like it was igniting with white hot lust, your toes were curling as you tried not to squirm and your jaw was dropped, unabashed moans and whines tumbling out. Your hands subconsciously went up to your tits, yanking the hem of your comfy t-shirt up and pinching the buds of your nipples harshly.
“Lixie, please, just a bit more, I’ll-“
Felix let go of the button between your legs with a wet smack, keeping his finger moving rhythmically as he came to lie next to you. His free hand moved from your hip into your hair, pulling you to face him. His eyes looked to be trying to figure out where they wanted to look - darting around your pussy, your fingers tweaking your nipples or the euphoric expression on your face. “Can you cum just from my finger? I want to see you when you cum. I want to see you when it’s all me, just me doing this to you.”
You whined, nodding as your hips started to pick up, thrusting into the rhythm of his hand. You briefly thought of how embarrassing this was - cumming from just your friend’s finger inside of you, only one finger at that, but you decided that was just the effect Felix had on you. “Yeah- yeah, I can cum from this, fuck- aah! Lixie, Lixie, please!”
“What are you begging for, sugarplum? I’m here,” He kissed your face, peppering small pecks all around the expanse of your flushed skin. He had positioned his hand to grind his palm into your clit. “I’m here. I’m all… I’m all yours.”
He seemed hesitant to say that, but it worked its intended effect anyway. You gasped and hurtled into an almost silent orgasm, but as if expecting a loud, nosy climax, Felix’s lips instantly attached to yours. Your toes curled as the bubble finally popped, so to speak. An euphoric sensation took over your body, beginning from the pit of your stomach and feeling as though it traveled all the way to the tips of your hair. You whimpered softly into the kiss, your hands gripping onto Felix’s wrist as he steadily slowed down his pace.
Your chest heaved with exertion. You were acting as if it was you who had done all the work, cheeks flushed and legs feeling stiff. You groaned as you stretched, your arms above your head until you realized Felix was pointedly staring at your exposed tits. Your nipples were still hard, perking upwards and Felix was almost salivating. A quick look down at his crotch revealed he was still sporting an extremely rock solid erection that looked fit to burst out of its confines.
“Was it… good?” He was licking his lips while he asked you. He wasn’t even looking at you; still staring at your tits with hunger in his eyes. You blushed, nodding.
You motioned at his erection. “Do you want me to…?”
Felix blinked owlishly. He had that deer in the headlights facial expression again. “Yeah. I mean, if you want to? ‘M really fucking hard, sugarplum, and if I’m honest, my dick will hate me forever if I force it to enjoy my own hand again, y’know-“
You shut him up with a kiss, giggling into his lips. A darting of his tongue into your mouth made you taste yourself on his lips, and you moaned, sucking on his tongue filthily. You had a burst of confidence then, as if it had only just hit you what you were doing. Your hand went down to his length and gripped it firmly through his trousers.
“Jesus, you are hard,” you stated, shocked. Felix choked back an embarrassed giggle, simply blushing and nodding with the teasing of a smile on his lips. “I’ll… yeah. Can I take these off, Pixie?”
Felix nodded eagerly, making you smile fondly at him. Rather than allowing you to take them off yourself, his hands were pushing at his joggers and wrestling them off in one go with his boxers, quite like he’d done with your clothes. He flipped you both over, positioning so you were on top of him with him laying on his back. You tried not to notice how you still weren’t wearing anything on your bottom half and your t-shirt was barely covering your pussy.
You instead focused on the skin newly revealed to you. He’d shucked his tank top up so his abs were exposed to you - those fucking abs. You thought you’d get over seeing him shirtless once you weren’t sixteen and hormonal anymore, but the tell-tale clenching of your pussy when you looked at his body told you otherwise. Your eyes went down to his length, chestnut hair trimmed neatly above the shaft and his cock resting against his tummy, hard and leaking. You felt bad for what you’d put him through minutes before. No wonder he was grinding against the mattress.
Taking initiative, you wrapped your hand firmly around the base of his cock, pumping twice in quick succession.
“Fuck-“ Felix was whining immediately, hips canting off the bed. He yanked you down next to him by your free hand, your legs slung over his thighs and your head right next to his. He wasted no time, grabbing your head and bringing you in for another kiss.
You tried to focus on kissing your Prince back while you stroked his cock, but you knew you were kissing him very badly. He didn’t seem to mind, just breathing heavily and whining into your mouth. His voice had shifted several pitches higher. It was so fucking hot to you.
“Mm- sugarplum, tighter as you get to the tip- and- and… hnng.. use the, um, the precum to make it wet. ‘Kay?” You smiled, nodding at his instructions. You knew you weren’t brilliant at it, knew you hadn’t done research like he had, so you appreciated the tips he gave you. You swiped your thumb over the head of his cock, through the slit, and dragged the wetness down to his shaft. The pumping sounded wetter now, a slick noise that was simultaneously pleasing and distracting to your ears.
“God, can you spit on it? Sorry, sugarplum, just feels really good when it’s wet,” Felix whispered. He looked embarrassed and horny at the same time. It looked fucking amazing on him, you thought, as you spat in your hand and returned it to his length. He immediately shot his hips up, toes curling into the sheets and his jaw dropping. “Oh God, yeah. Like that, Jesus, you’re good at that.”
“I’ve had a good teacher,” You rested your head on his shoulder, staring down at your own hand pumping his length quickly. He was leaking precum steadily, adding to the mix of the already leaked substance and your spit on his cock. You wanted to taste it.
Before even processing what you were doing, you were shifting again, settling between his legs.
“What are you-“
You sucked the tip of his cock into your mouth. The precum tasted like nothing, really, but it had a slightly salty aftertaste that wasn’t unpleasant. Felix’s jaw dropped in a shocked moan, his hand going to your hair and pulling on the strands softly.
“Shit, I won’t last long,” he admitted. You simply hummed and sucked harder, bobbing your head on his tip. You could’ve sworn you were meant to use your hand too. You had seen porn, after all. You reached up, squeezing the rest of his shaft and pumping it along with your hand. “Sugarplum, oh-!”
Felix moaned and bucked his hips up, stammering and trying to stutter out sentences. You weren’t sure what he was trying to say, so you assumed it was blabbering in the throes of passion and continued.
His fingers linked into your hair then, pulling your head off of his shaft. You blinked at him, hand resting still on his cock.
“Sugarplum, I was going to cum in your mouth.”
You frowned. “That’s the point, and you say I’m the fucking dummy-“
Felix sat up, pushing you down into the mattress once more and sitting between your legs. You tried to ignore how his cock was so close to your pussy, rather unsuccessfully as your core gave a betraying clench and leaked another rivulet of wetness. “I want to- sugarplum, I want to cum somewhere but it’s literally so weird.”
You tilted your head to the side in confusion. You reached down and gave his cock another few pumps. “Tell me, Lixie.”
“God- I want to cum on your pussy. Is that weird?”
You pulled away and sucked your thumb into your mouth, cleaning it of the fresh precum. Felix groaned at the sight and started to pump his own cock, pushing your shirt up again to expose your tits. His eyes immediately settled on them as he waited for your response. You didn’t even need to consider it. “Do it. Nothing’s ever weird between us, right?”
Felix nodded quickly, moving closer to you and positioning his cockhead above your clit. It rubbed against your button teasingly, making you squirm and writhe underneath him.
“Shit, be careful, sugarplum. I could slip inside,” He leaned fully over you, kissing your neck. He was breathing heavily into your ear now, making you play with the swollen buds on your tits again. “Could… could slip inside, and fill you up, and-“
“Y-You could. Can. Please.” you whined, wiggling again.
“No, no, can’t. Fucking can’t, not yet. Fucking want to- fuck- fuck-! I’m g’na…” He was panting, barely able to get words out that weren’t littered with profanity. You shuddered.
“Cum, Lixie, c’mon. I’m yours, all yours.”
You hadn’t even noticed what you’d been babbling in response, but his body seized up and you felt hot stripes of white cum shoot from his cockhead onto your clit. He was loud through the orgasm, swearing and whining in a high pitched tone. You were making noise too, little noises as if you were shocked. The warmth of his cum on you was erotic, yet weirdly comforting. Strange. Maybe it’s because it was his, like he was marking you as his territory.
“Shit,” Felix panted, flopping down next to you with a loud sigh. “Shit.”
“Shit.” You agreed.
“That was fucking good though, right?” He turned to you. You looked at him and noticed he looked like he needed some validation, eyes soft and vulnerable.
“Um, duh. It was amazing, Lixie. Thank you,” You smiled. “We should get cleaned up now though.”
Felix nodded, as if realizing the urgency of the situation. He darted around the room, using a small face towel to quickly wipe his softening cock and then he threw it at you for you to wipe yourself. It landed on your head unceremoniously, blinding your vision as the blanket from the blanket fort had done. You groaned. Felix giggled. Of course he did.
“Um, your underwear is still… wet. I’ll grab you a pair of my boxers, okay, sugarplum?” You nodded, slightly embarrassed. You made quick work of wiggling the boxers he threw at you up your legs, yanking your t-shirt down to cover yourself. It didn’t bother you being so uncovered in front of him, just like it didn’t bother you wearing a pair of his boxers. You’d done all of this a million times before - just not after doing… what you just did. You couldn’t even fathom saying it, not even in your head.
Felix switched one of the bedside lamps off on his way back into bed, a hairband pushing his hair back and a fresh pair of underwear on. He wiggled underneath the quilt, putting himself back into a cute burrito and gazing at you expectantly. You sighed, kicking the hand towel onto the hardwood floor and wiggling into the blanket with him. It was like you could read each other's minds in situations like this.
“Yay, sleepover,” He chirped quite happily. You let out a small laugh. It didn’t feel awkward. The relative silence was comfortable. You couldn’t wait to marry him, your best friend, your Prince. “I guess Chan told me some good things then, huh?”
“Oh my God, shut up,” You giggled. You let your face fall, giving him a serious look. “It was alright, I suppose.”
Felix gasped theatrically. “Take that back! I’m a master at it already, I know it.”
“You’re not a master if you had to ask your fucking brother-“
You huffed as Felix wrestled you to the bed, pinning your arms down and tickling your skin. You squealed when he hit your sides, thrashing around and trying to kick him off of you.
You hoped that you were right, that it could never be awkward, not even after he read the book and knew you were madly in love with him.
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You stood on the day of your wedding two weeks later wearing a dress that had been worn by the Queen to her own wedding, many years earlier. You were grateful that the Queen had trusted you with her own dress, showing how much she approved of you, you supposed. It had been altered by one of the palace tailors so that it wasn’t too old fashioned, but still, the feeling of the satin against your skin reminded you of the many memories the fabric held.
They’d fast tracked your wedding to your best friend and it was a lot sooner than you’d hoped. You hadn’t seen Felix in a full week, due to him being preoccupied with wedding plans himself, and the only hint you’d had that he’d still been thinking of you was the bouquet of baby’s breath flowers that were dropped off to your chambers earlier on that day. You’d decided that would be your wedding bouquet. You didn’t even know if he’d read the book you recommended, if he’d even realized what you were trying to say.
The anticipation was killing you. Your dress was an off-shoulder beauty, a tight form fitting design that clung to your figure and flared off into an a-line hemline. It was conservative nonetheless, a bright shade of ivory that was almost blinding along with your mother’s necklace that she’d insisted you wear. She was fussing with your hair while you stared into the mirror. You weren’t displeased at what you saw, but you still felt a bit fake, like you weren’t meant to be the one standing across from the nation’s favorite Prince in the next hour.
Your mother sighed in frustration at someone entering the room, because your head spun to face the intruder and forced her to promptly drop the ornate clasp she was holding. Chan stood there, holding a box of chocolates with a cheerful smile.
“I come with a gift for the bride,” He chirped, placing the box of chocolates on the small coffee table of your dressing room. It was a spare room in your designated section of the palace that had been repurposed just for the day. You wanted to slap Chan because he reminded you of Felix, and more importantly, the fact you hadn’t seen Felix. You shut your eyes and pursed your lips, reminding yourself that it really wasn’t Chan’s fault. When you opened your eyes, Chan was motioning to the bouquet of baby’s breath on the table. “You got Felix’s flowers then.”
“Yeah, and no sign of the actual Felix,” You sounded petty, and you knew it. Even your mother scoffed at your statement as she fled the room to do something else - probably flitting around in panic, trying to get the tablecloths at a perfect angle. Chan laughed at you nonetheless, sitting down on a chair and still grinning at you. You pulled the off-shoulder sleeve up self consciously. “Have you seen him much? Is he okay?”
“Eh, not really. When he’s not preparing for the wedding, he’s had his nose in that book you gave him.”
“Huh?!”
Chan’s smile dropped, looking at you with confusion. “Well, yeah. He always reads the books you gave him. Why’s that a shock?”
“B-Because… no. It’s not a shock, just- I don’t know.”
Chan hummed. “Today’s probably got your head feeling fuzzy, I don’t blame you for feeling weird.”
“Yeah.”
He came behind you and you stared at him in the mirror. He kept his distance, but was smiling at you cheekily. He shoved his hands in his pockets in a nonchalant manner. “I mean, I’d probably be nervous too if I was in an arranged marriage with my best friend. Especially if my best friend also didn’t know that I was madly in love with them.”
Your eyes widened. How did he…? Okay, no. It was probably super obvious to everyone apart from the actual love interest in your life, to be honest. Instead of berating him, you did actually stomp your feet in anger. “Okay, well. The book was sort of my way of confessing. There’s two characters who are friends that fall in love, and I told him they reminded him of us. It’s sappy, I know-”
“‘S not sappy at all,” Chan cut you off. “I think that’s really fucking sweet, to be honest. I’m not entirely sure he’ll understand what you’re trying to say, though. He’s oblivious like that.”
“And he said I was oblivious,” you muttered. Chan’s head tilted to the side, as if asking you to repeat yourself louder, but you simply shook your head. “I’m going through with it.”
“Well, yeah, I know you are? You’re standing there in a wedding dress?”
“It’s going to be awkward when he knows. I’m regretting everything.”
Chan shook his head. He stalked across the room, placing his hands on your shoulders comfortingly. “Nothing could ever be awkward between you two. Who knows? Maybe he even feels the same?”
You groaned in distress. “He doesn’t feel the same, Chan. Shut up.”
Chan shrugged. “I mean, how would I know, anyway?”
You blinked at yourself in the mirror as Chan left the room with no further comments. How would he know? Um, maybe because he’s his fucking brother?
Wait.
You sighed, ridding yourself of the thoughts in your head. You had to leave now, to walk down the aisle, given away by your mother rather than your father and given away to your best friend. You didn’t have time to consider what Chan was saying. He was being fucking cryptic and annoying.
It was all backwards. It shouldn’t have felt right, but it did, weirdly enough. You’d been freaking out about it all day. You had been told by your mother to wear heels with your dress, and although they were only simple white kitten heels, if anything, you still teetered precariously on them and had horrible thoughts about flying ass over tit on the aisle in front of everyone. Felix would laugh. Hell, Chan would probably cry laughing too, but you’d be actually crying of embarrassment.
Your mother returned shortly after Chan left, and she had clearly given up on your hair. It had decided today of all days to be classed as an unruly mane, and so she’d tried to clip it up with some clasps but your hair just hadn’t obeyed. She huffed, brushing through it and letting it hang limply over your shoulders. It was your wedding day and you felt like a pig with makeup on. You sighed, pulling the veil over your face while your mother linked arms with you.
You looked at you both in the mirror. Even with your face obscured by the sheer veil, you were both so similar. Similar in height, similar in stance.
“Are you ready, dear?”
You felt tears welling in your eyes. “No. I don’t think I am.”
Your mother sighed, her fingertips brushing down the hair that she could access. “I know. I promise you, dear, everything will be just fine. You and Felix will always be fine, no matter what.”
You knew she knew. You knew she was trying to comfort you, despite knowing. She’d always been like that. Even when you’d been getting up to no good with Felix and his friends as kids and you ended up crying and throwing a tantrum upon being caught - she still comforted you. She was your mother, your inspiration.
You nodded solemnly in response to her statement, and she smiled a comforting smile on her face that was so similar to yours, yet weathered and aged like the books you and Felix enjoyed flicking through. She must have so many secrets, she must have known and seen so many things - yet she was still by your side, because you’re her daughter. You were grateful she was ignoring her job duties to comfort you and make sure you were feeling decent enough for the wedding. It had always been the two of you, after all.
You were led out of the dressing room by your mother, her arm wrapped around yours and her dressed elegantly, similar to you. She looked better, more comfortable in her own skin and more important, demanding authority everywhere she walked. You hoped you’d become even a fraction of the woman she was one day.
She led you down to the hall where the Queen normally took court, repurposed for the reception. You assumed everything would be taking place there, but then she was leading you out to the palace gardens and you were astonished. It was like having your wedding in a forest, beautiful greenery everywhere and the sound of soft tinkling music coming from a piano. You were being taken down the aisle before you even registered what was happening.
The guests all stood up politely, turning to look at you. A few of them even looked in awe, and you really hoped there was a God who would prevent you from falling flat on your fucking face as you walked down. Your sweaty palms clenched onto the plastic paper of the baby’s breath bouquet, crinkling under your touch. You were just staring at the crowd, jaw dropped rather embarrassingly.
Your mother spoke to you in a hushed whisper. “Smile, dear.”
They can’t even see my fucking face through this veil, you thought, but you smiled dutifully anyway. You noticed people starting to murmur, and you could’ve sworn you heard that people were saying how elegant and regal you looked. You wanted to scoff. Fat chance. You still felt like a peasant being forced to marry a Prince in a medieval show, or something.
Your eyes finally landed on him. There he was, your Prince, standing at the end of the aisle underneath a wooden wedding arch covered in forest green vines and baby’s breath littered all over the structure. You almost forgot how to breathe, and almost did fall on your face. He looked amazing. Well, he always looked amazing, but even more so on that day. The greenery made him look like some form of faerie prince. They’d dressed him traditionally, a white shirt with frills on the sleeves being exposed just underneath a black suit jacket. The frills went all the way up to his neck, clasping tightly beneath a silver chain necklace. Most importantly, on top of perfectly tousled blonde waves, a crown full of ornate jewels sat. You really did forget how to breathe, then.
You smiled softly at Chan and Hyunjin, stood on Felix’s side as his best men. Hyunjin looked beautiful, as he always did, straight out of a magazine. He wasn’t a patch on your Prince, though. You chided yourself mentally for that. It’s not as if you’d kick Hyunjin out of bed, it’s just that you’d now had, erm… bedtime activities with Felix and knew that he was a sex-god. Sexprince. Whatever. On your side, where you were meant to arrive, Chan’s wife stood as your one and only bridesmaid. You didn’t have many real friends in the palace, only Felix really, and she’d been fucking ecstatic when you had asked her to be by your side at the wedding. She didn’t have many true friends either, it turned out.
Before you knew it, you were standing across from Felix, eyes gazing into eachothers.
He mouthed a sentence, a simple “you’re fucking beautiful”. You’d slap him later for swearing at your fucking wedding. Seriously, he needed to have some respect.
The wedding officiant - another random noble - began to talk at that moment, now that everyone had sat down and settled. Your mother was staring at you with a kind smile on your face. You avoided her eyes. She’d pissed you off, but you weren’t exactly sure what she’d done this time. Maybe it was her being so nice. Maybe it was because everyone kept mentioning the fact you’re in love with Felix. “Repeat after me, I, Lee Felix, take you…”
You honestly zoned out, staring at your Prince. He didn’t even seem to be listening either, but you’d gone over this part in the wedding rehearsal. You knew what you had to say to solidify the marriage, but in all honesty, your mind was on what you’d have to do afterwards to consummate the marriage. Having not seen him for a while, your hand had become acquainted with the inside of your knickers rather frequently, and you’d come apart way too many times to the thought of him to be considered normal. You wondered if he’d done it, too.
In your train of thoughts, you almost missed that it was your turn. “Ah, sorry,” you mumbled, making everyone in the audience chuckle. You even heard a faint ‘the Princess is cute’, making you feel flustered and want to throw your shoe at whoever said it. You got on with your speech. “... f-for richer, for poorer. Um. In sickness, and in health, to love and cherish always.” It felt like you’d been reading it off a script. In all honesty, you kind of had been - you’d been staring at the space behind Felix and squinting to remember what had been written on the piece of paper placed in front of you so many times.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Don’t use that fucking tongue, Lee Felix, there’s children present, you thought. He, as if reading your mind once again, leaned forward and pressed a chaste peck to your lips, lifting your veil before doing so. You smiled, satisfied, and he took your hand, leading you out of the ceremony. The reception would be straight after, a gathering of people of high status drinking expensive wine and doing that stupid fucking laugh they do. You couldn’t say much - you’d been educated and instructed to do the exact same.
Only one thing was on your mind though, amongst the cheers and applause of the public at their favorite Prince getting married. You couldn’t help thinking that this was the beginning of a union, so why did it feel so much like an ending?
Once everyone was seated, you sighed and began to pick at your food in front of you. It was some posh recipe made by the palace cooks - everyone sitting in the reception was eating the same thing, and seemed to be enjoying it a whole lot more than you were. The whole room was decorated similarly to outside, green vines and flowers hanging everywhere from potted plants. Felix sat next to you, thanking everyone who wished you both well.
“I want to apologize, sugarplum,” He began, eyes staring at the plate of food in front of him instead of you. “I haven’t had a chance to read the book you recommended. You know, with all the preparations and stuff.”
Wait. What? Someone’s fucking lying here. Was it Chan or Felix? To be fair, you hadn’t had much time to do anything else either. But Chan had told you that Felix had his nose in that book all the time, and Felix was intensely avoiding eye contact with you now. Unless…
Oh, fucking hell. He read the book, knew what you meant and is choosing to expertly say nothing about it - because he doesn’t feel the same. He wants to just act like nothing happened. You felt tears brimming in your eyes. It’s not that you didn’t expect this outcome, because perhaps a small part of you did, but it still fucking hurt your heart nonetheless. A large part of you had hoped for something cheesy, like a large declaration of love and you two running to each other in the meadow and maybe him spinning you around in his arms or something.
This was reality though, not one of your romance novels. You blinked to try and destroy the tears in your eyes, before giving him a smile. “That’s okay, Pixie. I’ve been busy too, I get it.”
Felix held your hand under the table, clenching it tightly. He was smiling ear to ear. “‘S fucking sick though, right? We’re married now.”
You tried to return his energy. He’d sounded absolutely gushing, full of happiness, practically over the moon. “Yeah. So fucking cool.” You sounded devastated.
Felix glanced at you quickly with concern, his eyebrows furrowed. Before he could manage to say anything, Chan and his wife were standing in front of the table, looming over you. It was intimidating. She looked beautiful, dressed in a tight floor length pastel blue dress. It matched Chan’s own blue suit, and pastel blue had been your intended color for your bridesmaids dresses, had you had more than one.
Chan clapped his hands together. “So, we are excited for tonight?!”
You blushed, turning to Felix. He looked just as shy as you for once. His eyes were widened and he was finding the white linen tablecloth very interesting all of a sudden. Chan’s wife slapped him on the arm, grumbling about having etiquette. “I’m so sorry about him.” You found it funny, their dynamics - you followed Felix around like a lost puppy, whereas Chan’s wife seemed to have him on a tight leash.
In reality, it was extremely fucking daunting. You found yourself still nervous, even when the festivities had ended and you were standing in your own chambers. It all felt too formal. You hoped that in another lifetime you and Felix would’ve been able to do this whole thing at a more casual pace. Maybe you even would’ve been able to lose your virginity to him before you got married.
You were greeted with a white slip of chemise laying on your bedsheets when you returned. You knew you’d be expected to wear something like that but it still shocked you, and you stared at it as if it was an illegal piece of evidence for a solid few minutes. It was delicate, the satin between your fingers, a perfect juxtaposition to what you’d be doing in less than an hour. You took your wedding dress off quickly, laying it out on the bed and putting it on the hanger. You wondered if your matching white lace underwear would be okay for Felix, before realizing that it was actually a miracle that it was even matching.
Once you’d slipped the chemise on, you stared at the mirror next to your armoire. You looked at yourself in surprise. It actually looked good, and you’d chosen to leave your bridal leg garters on. The dress met your legs mid-thigh, meaning the garter on your left leg was about one gust of wind away from being exposed. You thought you were meant to leave it on anyway, that you were meant to have your newlywed husband take it off for you in a sign of like, possession or something. The whole thing was so fucking medieval to you.
Slipping your coat over your shoulders, you decided to forego proper shoes and just slipped your white sandals on. Well, they were white, until you and Felix had commenced a full on wrestle in the meadow one day and now they were permanently stained beige from your efforts of planting your feet in the mud to punch him. Playfully, obviously. He still whined when you did it as if you’d battered him black and blue.
Stalking over to your Prince’s chambers, you realized something. Soon, probably in the next few days, you’d have to move all of your things here and then you’d be living with Felix in the palace. It would be both of your chambers, not his. The thought made you feel giddy with excitement but it also made your head dizzy with confusion. You weren’t sure what you wanted anymore. You were in love with him, sure, obviously - but you didn’t know how long you could keep up the facade if he wasn’t about to address that fucking book you gave him in all of your bravery.
You stood there awkwardly. Were you meant to knock? Surely you were meant to knock. Or maybe you just open the door. You’d be moving in soon, anyway, so it would make sense if-
The door swung open in front of you. “Oh, hi! What a nice surprise. How long have you been-”
“Just got here, like, this second,” You grumbled, arms crossed across your chest. Felix laughed behind you as you pushed past him into the room, clearly knowing that you had been standing there for a solid minute just staring at his bedroom door. You turned around when Felix pushed the door shut. He was wearing just pajama shorts and a t-shirt. You wanted to scream. Maybe you weren’t even meant to wear the stupid fucking nightgown. He’d clearly dressed for comfort.
“Why are you wearing a coat? It’s summer.”
You blanched. You looked down at the coat. You’d have to take it off eventually. “Okay, don’t laugh.”
Felix nodded. He was already holding back a laugh, and you could tell by the stifled look on his face. “Not gonna laugh.”
“You so are,” you huffed, unzipping your coat and letting it fall to the floor. You scrunched your eyes shut tightly, waiting for the impending cackle to come from your best friend. You felt like an idiot. You’d walked in here, all dressed up to the nines like some fucking prize for him to unwrap, and you’d been met by him in his comfy pajamas. Not even the nice, princelike pajamas!
After a moment of silence, you opened your eyes. Felix was staring at you, jaw dropped and a visible tent in those stupid shorts. Any sign of a smile had disappeared from his face.
Your brain was working at 100mph, deciding to have a severe case of word vomit. “Okay. So, this was on my bed. I’m assuming Chan’s wife left it there or something. I don’t know. I didn’t… I wasn’t sure if I should wear it. I feel really stupid now, and you’re staring, Lix, so can you just say-”
You were cut off by his lips against yours. He was pushing you backwards onto his four poster bed with ease, moaning deeply into the kiss. You squealed with surprise, hands going up to his hair to try and keep yourself steady. Once he had you situated on the mattress, Felix was immediately in between your legs, bunching the fabric of your nightgown up in his fists and his tongue dancing around your mouth.
You hummed, spreading your legs wider to accommodate him. You found your lips sucking on his tongue in a filthy kiss, much like the one you’d done weeks prior before his head was between your legs. You desperately hoped he would do it again. His plump lips were harsh against yours, his hands traveling everywhere across your body as if he was trying to be able to draw your body by memory after this.
Felix pulled away, breathing heavily. It seemed he really enjoyed kissing, because after everytime you kissed he looked fucking debauched. His hair was scrunched up everywhere - courtesy of your hands - and his chest was heaving. “Trying to- fucking hell, sugarplum. Trying to fucking kill me, I swear,” You giggled. He liked it. He liked the dress. You felt like a thousand rocks had been lifted off of your back. Felix smiled back at you, letting out a small laugh and shutting his eyes as if he realized the severity of the situation. His eyes opened, looking down at you. They were a deep brown, blown wide with lust. “I- Jesus. Do you want me to fuck you? We don’t have to, y’know-”
You shifted, bringing him back down into another heated kiss with a hand on the back of his neck. He moaned, his hands going to grab your nightgown again. This time, his hands went further down, sliding up your thighs and then he positively keened into the kiss.
He pulled away again. “Tell me you’re fucking joking.”
“H-Huh? Joking about what?” You sat up on your forearms. Felix yanked you closer to the edge of the bed by your hips, moving backwards with you and landing on his knees. You squeaked in response. He was sitting on the floor, right in front of you as your legs hung over the edge of the bed. His hands went up to your nightgown, pushing it up, and you finally realized what he meant. The garter.
Felix groaned, loudly, so loud you were worried that everyone else would be sending noise complaints to… well, who? They’d probably just pass an angry note under the door in the morning if anything. His button nose went to your left thigh, nuzzling into the lace garter. He was breathing heavily, harsh puffs of air being spilled all over your skin and making you feel warm. You squirmed, feeling ticklish.
Felix looked insane. He looked like he’d thoroughly lost his mind, all over you arriving at his bedroom door in a satin nightgown and a bridal leg garter. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and vast, as if he was looking for approval, licking his lips. You didn’t know what he was looking for approval for, but you nodded anyway. His teeth immediately bit into your garter, catching the skin just a tad and making you whine. He dragged it all the way down your leg, spitting it out on the floor before his head was back between your legs, licking fast stripes over your clothed core. The dress obscured his head just a tad, making you feel like you were doing something you shouldn’t be.
“Lix-” You whined, spreading your legs wider. He moaned against the fabric, using his hands to push your legs up and against your chest, to where you dutifully held them up for him. You had no idea why he’d made you do that, but all of a sudden, your underwear was shifting to the side and his middle and ring finger were sliding into your wet hole. It was all so fucking fast, you couldn’t keep up - your brain felt ten steps behind. “Aah- hnng, fuck, Lixie, so quick, Jesus- a- ah-”
“I’m sorry. Need- need to make you cum, so then I can fuck you,” you nodded at his words, hips canting into his hand. Felix stood up, sliding back on the bed to loom over you as he finger fucked you. You’d never had two fingers inside before, but God the stretch felt amazing, and it had you wondering what it’d be like when he finally got his cock inside of you. “I’m sorry. Wanted- wanted to go slow, shit. You’re driving me fucking insane, sugarplum. We don’t have to- we don’t gotta-”
“I want to, God- I want you to fuck me so bad, Felix,” you moaned in a high pitched tone. You were almost embarrassed about the way your words came out, but Felix was smiling, curving his fingers to hit your g-spot.
“Yeah? Do you want it that bad, sugarplum? Thank God, because I can’t wait to make you mine.”
You nodded eagerly, trying to wiggle your hips to get some stimulation on your clit. Felix shifted then, his palm rubbing up against your clit like he had done before. “I’m- I’m already yours, Pixie.”
Felix groaned, a deep groan that came straight from his chest. His fingers went faster, his palm rubbing your clit sloppily and giving you barely any friction. It was enough though. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer. He’d started to actually suck marks into your neck, something you knew you’d have to cover afterwards but you didn’t care so long as he kept bringing you this insane pleasure.
When he shifted again, bringing his thumb up to rub your clit more precisely, you dropped your legs and whimpered. You couldn’t focus on anything, head dizzy at the biting pleasure that was mounting and mounting up and bringing you close to your climax. He was so good with his hands. You wanted to feel him finger fucking you everyday, and a sick part of you reminded you that you could now. You were his legally, married, you were his wife.
Felix let your legs drop and came up to nuzzle at your earlobe, biting it softly with pearly teeth. You were babbling again now, hips canting rhythmically to meet his thrusts. “You getting close, sugarplum? You get nice and squirmy when you’re close.”
“Y-Yeah, yeah, gonna- g’na, yeah, g’na cum-“ You managed to stutter out. Felix simply hummed, and kept his rhythm the same. His thumb continued to swipe precisely over your swollen bud. That combined with the dainty fingers inside of you made you whine, and you grabbed the back of Felix’s head to kiss him as you came.
You moaned into the kiss, him dominating your mouth while your eyebrows furrowed and you let go around his fingers. He moaned back, feeling the slick from your pussy coat his digits and making the thrusting in and out much more slippery.
“Got so wet just for me, sugarplum. Mm,” Felix slipped his fingers out. You almost short circuited and died when he sucked them into his mouth, letting out a puff of air through his nose while he licked them clean. He giggled at your facial expression. “‘S sweet, sorry. You still wanna… do more?”
Felix giggled again when you nodded eagerly, a sweet chime of happiness. You were happy to please him. You wanted to fuck him anyway, because you weren’t blind and could see how fucking hot the Prince was, just like the rest of the nation could.
Felix was laying by your side, nuzzling your cheek when you spoke. It was probably the most declarative, decisive thing you’d said in a while. “We need a condom.”
Felix’s head shot up. He was looking at you with a guilty expression. “Um… I don’t have any, you know, heirs and all that.”
You hummed, saying “that’s fine” just as he said “kidding, lol”. You wanted to berate him for saying the word ‘lol’ out loud, but you were more taken aback by the fact you were fine fucking your best friend raw and hadn’t even put a second thought into it.
“That’s fine?!” Felix shrieked. “I was kidding! I totally have condoms, I was just winding you up-“
You punted him in the shin, sitting up to wriggle your nightgown off. It successfully distracted him and he went quiet, staring at your tits confined in your bra. “Get a condom then, Pixie. There’s nothing stopping you.”
Felix gulped, audible in the room. He was still staring at your chest. “Well, now that you’ve said it, I’m kinda thinking about fucking you raw. It’s hot.”
“Fuck me raw then?” You shrugged. Felix looked like he was about to die. He immediately shot up, wriggling his pajamas off. His cock sprang out of its confines, even more hard than it had been two weeks ago - if that was even possible. It was leaking just like it was before though. Without another moment to think, he was back on the bed, hands tracing shapes on your thighs.
You managed to unclasp your bra and flick it off to the side, and he was on you instantly. His mouth was wrapped around the bud of your right tit, sucking and making you moan. You tried to shift out of your underwear while he was occupied and he conveniently shifted upwards to allow you to do so.
With red raw lips from the suckling, Felix pulled back. “I… Please? Can I?” You nodded, spreading your legs. He took in the sight of you again with your pussy on display and groaned, pumping his cock a few times before positioning it at your entrance.
Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. You’d heard horror stories of women bleeding on their first time and even feeling like they were being torn open, but all you felt was a bit of an uncomfortable sensation when he pushed in. It was a stretch obviously, but you found yourself wanting more of the feeling as soon as you experienced it. You could feel the stretch it gave your walls, wet core stretching to accommodate his length. He gave you a second, giving you kisses around your face in anticipation as he bottomed out.
Felix wasn’t faring too well, by the looks of him. His cheeks were flushed red beneath the fawn freckles and his lips were wet, as if he’d almost been drooling. He hadn’t moved yet, only just buried to the hilt inside your sopping wet hole, but his eyes still brimmed with tears at the pleasure.
“That feels… sugarplum, oh, please.” He whined.
You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pecked his lips fondly, before pecking both of his flushed cheeks. “C’mon. You can move, Pixie.”
Felix immediately started grinding his hips at a slow pace. It was inexperienced, but the speed worked to make you feel a little bit more open and pliant for his cock to bully inside of you. It hadn’t really hit you yet, that you were losing your virginity to your best friend who you’d also just married. That could be because of the immense pleasure you were feeling, or maybe because Felix looked so fucking beautiful whining on top of you. Fuck, if the feeling wasn't heaven, just because it was him - you were getting fucked by your best friend and you knew you'd able to come back for more.
You moaned as he jolted into an extremely sensitive spot inside of you, making you clench your walls around him. “Oh G-God, yeah, like that. So good.”
Felix nodded, chest heaving. He positioned his hips so that he was thrusting directly into that spot, still at a slow pace but just deep and hard enough to feel fucking amazing. “Good? There? Is it- am I… am I good for you?”
You blinked. You took just a second too long to respond as Felix’s newfound submissive nature registered in your brain, and you smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, s-so- ah- such a good boy for me, Lixie. So good.”
Felix’s hips stuttered at that, him wanting to go faster but not knowing if you could take it. He was terrified, worried about hurting you since he knew of horror stories, too. He also knew that it felt so fucking good that he could cry. He was about to cry actually, you’d noticed, his eyes watering just a bit more with every thrust.
His abs rippled above you with exertion at every thrust, his legs pinning yours to rest either side of his. He leaned down, kissing up your neck as he started to pick up the pace just a tad. His hair fanned out around him as he breathed heavily, eyes scrunched shut. He looked ethereal. He was clearly trying not to make too much noise, but deep moans and whines were ringing out when it felt especially good. "God, not gonna last long, sugarplum, I'm sorry-"
"Don't apologize, Pixie. F-feels really good for me too," You moaned out, stretching your legs out further. You just needed it a bit deeper, just rub your clit a bit and you were sure you wouldn’t need much else. He was staring down at your core, where his cock was entering and reentering you at a steady pace. "Mm, Lixie?"
"Y-yeah?" Felix responded instantly, head raising to look at you. He looked as if he wanted to stop to check you were okay, but his hips had a mind of their own, pushing back and forth into the wet hole you'd provided willingly for him. His eyes were nearly rolling back in his head.
“I need… can you rub my c-clit, please, need- need it, need it to cum around you,” Felix nodded eagerly, groaning. He used one hand to reach down and rub your clit. You thrashed your head around in response, letting out the most guttural moan you ever had. “Oh, oh yeah, so good for me- hnnf- I’m not gonna last long!” He kissed your nose in response, heavy breaths and moans panting right into your face and only doing more to turn you on. He was beautiful, perfect, and all for you. He was listening so well, caring the most about your pleasure and the way you wanted him to do it.
All of a sudden, his pace picked up, his hips moving in a frenzy. You whined when you felt it, hand going down to his abs in an effort to get him to slow down. It felt way too fucking good, his fingers still rubbing your clit. “G-Gonna cum with me, my Queen? God, please cum with me, need to feel it, I-" Felix was stuttering now, his head thrown back as he tried to keep a solid rhythm on your clit. You decided not to address the title he gave you. You also decided not to address how fucking wet it made you. “Sugarplum, my Queen, fuck, where do I- can I- inside?”
You moaned, feeling your orgasm building up. You pressed further into his hand and length using your hips, gripping onto the sheets behind you with your hands. His eyes were watering as he waited for your response, hands gripping your hips.
"Yeah, yeah, inside- in- inside, Lixie. Pixie, Pixie, oh God, you gonna cum in me? You gonna give me an heir?” Felix moaned loudly at your words, his hands clenching you tighter. You were babbling, going on and on about him letting go inside of you. He was loving it, hanging off of every word, tears now coming from his eyes at the pleasure.
“Yeah, ‘m gonna- Gonna fill you up, sugarplum, mine, mine, gonna- gonna- fuck, ‘m gonna give you an heir, gonna make you full of me-“
You whined out, clutching onto his arms and pushing back against his thrusts. “S-So good for me, Lix, gonna cum-'' You groaned, clenching down on his length one last time and positively exploding around him. You felt it all get wetter between your legs as his hips halted, pressed firmly against your asscheeks. His cock spurted ropes of white inside of you, making Felix let out a loud groan.
Felix collapsed on top of you, making you let out a “hmph” at the added weight. You let out a small laugh nonetheless when he started nuzzling into your neck like a cat, very nearly purring and smiling into your skin.
There were a few moments of silence before he decided to speak. “That was like, so fucking good. I’m g’na need that everyday, mmkay?”
You shook your head, grinning. “Should’ve never given it to you. Now you’re gonna want it all the time.”
“I just want you all the time,” he whispered. “Love spending time with you.”
“I…” You began, flustered. Felix was looking at you with pure admiration in his eyes, his now softening cock still inside of you. It was weirdly comforting. “I love spending time with you too, Lixie.”
“Mm, good. You’re stuck with me now, sugarplum.”
You fell asleep naked that night, cuddling your best friend after getting cleaned up and talking about the meaning of life. He hadn’t mentioned the book, and you weren’t sure if you were relieved or upset about it. It felt right, being in his arms. He was giggling, happy, poking fun at you when you said something stupid and kicking you playfully when you teased him. It felt domestic, like you were meant to be together in bed after sex for the rest of time.
You wished you could allow yourself to do it more often, but you just had no clue what he felt for you anymore.
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You woke up next to your Prince, freshly married and freshly fucked. You let yourself laugh internally at your own joke before realizing the actual situation.
You’d fucked your best friend. More importantly, you and your best friend had just lost your virginities to each other and you’d loved every fucking second of it. What the fuck were you supposed to do now? You couldn’t even look him in the eyes during this, after moaning his name while he pummeled his cock inside-
Okay. You needed to wise the fuck up. You also needed to get out of Felix’s room, fast. You had to run. You’d never run from Felix before, but with the anxiety mounting in the pit of your stomach and your head feeling like you’d been dangled upside down for hours… yeah, no. You needed to go.
You shot out of bed, looking at your Prince still tucked up in bed. He was letting out deep breaths, not quite snoring but obvious he was still deep in his slumber. You felt guilty for leaving him, but you were due a long advice session with your mother. You hadn’t heard from her or seen her, apart from the note she left you on your bed with the chemise dress.
The same chemise dress that you’d now have to wear back to your mother’s room. You sighed, pulling the material over your head and slipping your shoes on. You’d worn basic white sandals over, and had thankfully worn that oversized coat, so it should hide you from judging eyes.
You looked at Felix again. You felt so fucking guilty. He looked so beautiful in bed, quilt pushed down to his hips now and showing off his body. The sunlight was blaring in through the curtains and highlighting his abdominal muscles, and you just wanted to bury your face in his tummy and bite hard. You shook your head. You needed to speak to your mother. You were driving yourself insane at this point.
You scurried over to your mother’s chambers, thankful that it wasn’t too far from the Royal Family’s side of the bedroom wing. You’d always been placed close together. You did get a few confused murmurs from staff in your direction, but a quick scathing look from you had them shutting up immediately. Perks of being a Princess now, you supposed. People needed to mind their fucking business though.
You raised your hand up, knocking one knock, and three quick ones after. She’d known it was you from the knock, and the door swung open almost instantly. Her face gave away her surprise to see you at her door so early. You immediately crumpled, throwing yourself at her chest and sobbing.
“Oh, dear. Oh, no,” She soothed, stroking your hair. She led you into her room and sat you down on the chair, kissing your forehead. You felt immediately a bit better upon being in her company, but you couldn’t shift the guilt that you left. You’d done it for yourself, but when did you ever do anything for yourself? Apart from marrying Felix just so you didn’t have to see him with anyone else. You’d done that and disguised it in your head as being so that he didn’t have to marry someone he didn’t know, but in reality, you’d been selfish. It had fucking backfired in your face massively. “You… consummated it, I assume?”
You groaned at your mother’s words, reaching up and almost tugging your hair out of your scalp. “D-Don’t wanna talk about it. I need to… I can’t. I fucking can’t.”
Your mother sighed at your language. She kneeled in front of you anyway, placing her hands on your knees. “It’s a bit too late for that, I’m afraid.”
Sniffling, you tried to blink your tears away. It was of no use. They were tumbling down your cheeks freely like the summer rain you and Felix used to dance in when you went to your meadow. You groaned internally. Could you just not think about him for five fucking seconds?
“I… I’m not upset I married him,” you whispered. Your mother nodded, waiting for you to continue. “I think marrying him was one of the greatest things I’ve ever done. I also think it was the worst. I’m… I’m in love with him, and I tried to tell him, and… I just can’t process it. I can’t think straight. I need to get away, just for a bit, just so I can get over my feelings-“
“Going away is not going to rid you of the love you have for that boy, my dear. Things like that are eternal,” Your mother was firm, but soft. She hummed, looking at a space on the wall behind you before nodding. “How about you go and visit your dad’s brother? Your uncle? You’ve not seen him in a while, and it wouldn’t look out of the ordinary at all to go and visit family in the next town after getting married.”
Trust your mother to always think of the way the public would view it. Her job duties still ensured she was a diplomat in every case. You looked at her, in her eyes the same color as yours. It was a good idea. “That’s… yeah, okay. I’ll pack a case and I can go today. Is that alright?”
Your mother smiled again, her long nails going to scratch your scalp. “No longer than a week, my dear. Is that okay?”
She was approving of it. She must understand. You wondered if perhaps your mother had been in a similar situation years ago where she was in a catastrophe and needed to get away. She seemed understanding, and she was telling you what you needed to hear.
You wiped your eyes once more, giving your mother a quick hug before returning to your chambers. You managed to find a large duffle bag that you hadn’t used for years. You struggled to remember what you had even used it for before, before realizing you've used it to smuggle alcohol out of the palace and to a party. Made sense, because now you were using it for another bad fucking decision. It seemed to be all you did.
You shoved a few items of clothing in there, chucking your barely used phone and your charger in there too. Just in case he tried to call, you told yourself. As if you’d pick up anyway, you never used the fucking thing. Quickly getting changed into something more presentable and comfortable for the bus ride over, you slid your shoes back on and slung the duffle bag over your shoulder.
This was it. You were fucking running, like a coward. A part of you knew a week wouldn’t be long enough to rid you of a lifetime full of love for your Prince. A part of you still wanted to try. Seeing family would be the cover - you would actually be seeing family, but you were thinking of it as more of a mental health retreat than anything.
Padding softly out of the palace grounds, you gave a soft wave to the guards posted at the front. Luckily, they didn’t question you. You got a confused facial expression but you simply walked out, making your way down the street to try and find a bus stop.
You almost stopped when you heard quick footsteps behind you. You’d know the sound of those footsteps anywhere - you’d heard it enough times running up and down the palace trying to find you, or trying to run away from you when you were playing some dumb game. You shook your head. Not now, not fucking now. It’s too soon.
“Hey- wait!” It was Felix. You sighed, picking up the pace and dragging your heartbreak along with you. It was hurting you to leave your best friend, your only love, the one that had you enchanted by something a lot more complicated than fictional magic - love. You reassured yourself mentally that you just needed a week, just a few days to process everything and hopefully try to sedate your feelings.
“Jesus, when did you become a fucking athlete, oh my God sugarplum, stop running so fucking fast! Please, just hear me out!”
You stopped dead in your tracks. His pleading always got to you, and you were met with puppy dog eyes you knew you’d see when you spun around to face him. He was dressed casually, baggy sweatpants clad on his legs and a loose hoodie almost falling off one bare shoulder, exposing the freckles littered on his skin. He hadn’t even put proper shoes on - he stood in front of you in sliders. No wonder it had been so hard for him to keep up, you thought, rather pettily. The fucker hadn’t even put shoes on.
You huffed nonetheless, crossing your arms over your chest. “What is it, Felix?”
“I- I just wanted to tell you something,” he bent over, trying to catch his breath and putting his hands on his knees. You wanted to roll your eyes, but he still had you under his spell, and you felt sorry for him. Why had you been running so fast? Why didn’t you just slow down and let him catch up? “I… I know it’s hard. I roped you into marrying me, and it clearly upset you so much you wanted to leave, and I understand that. But then, the book you gave me, the fucking book! And… I know it’s difficult, I know you’re mad at me especially since we had sex, but I’ve been feeling this for like, ever, and-”
You blushed, arms dropping to your sides. “Lix!”
“I just wanted to say that…” Felix huffed, finally returning to his standing position and running a hand through his hair. His hair was wet with sweat, no doubt from running to catch up to you and in his thick clothes. You felt guilty for even wanting to leave. You knew you wouldn’t even be gone long, a week, max - but Felix was nothing if not dramatic. “This is so fucking hard to say, sugarplum. I had a whole thing planned, a big one. That’s why I never mentioned the book. But then you left.”
“God, Lix, will you just get it out?! I don’t have forever-”
“I’m in love with you.”
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៚𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌
inspired by this song
pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader
summary: Eren Jaeger shows his face again after a whole year away, recovering from the mess that was yours' breakup. Summer was already here and with it there's no escaping one another.
warnings: break up, ex's to lovers, cheating rumors, sexual themes, slight body talk
author's note: first attempt to write something that includes a song so I hope this isn't terrible (also the first one shot with smut after some time)
✎"Darling, you need to eat something. Please" Carla's voice rang through the massive room where she and her son stood for almost an hour trying to enjoy some good food. She hated seeing him like this, empty and absent.
Eren played with the fork while slowly raising his eyes to face his mother. He tried to mimic a smile as best as he could, maybe just maybe, she'll let it go "I'm not that hungry I ate before I got here"
The long ride to his mother's house gave him enough time to put himself together, to put up a front, convincing enough in order to not raise suspicions. But he forgot that it's his mother. Carla could read him like an open book, she was able to break through his facade and see him.
"Sweetheart, did you break up? Or is it something else? You know you can—"
"Yeah, we did" The boy felt how tears were about to fall from his eyes. God, he hated crying. It made him weak and hopeless. A single question was enough to take him back to that day where all went downhill.
「Hand over heart, I'm praying
That I'm gonna make it out alive 」
"Three years, Eren! Three damn years!" Your mouth tasted the salty tears that slipped over your chapped lips, then it hit you "Why?"
Eren stood in front of you, his eyes scanning your form. Your beautiful face was coated with tears and your eyes were tinted red from all the emotions flowing through them. Those eyes he got lost in every night held so much pain, so much betrayal, for him.
"Baby…please.. I can explain, just—" His trembling hands reached out for you, taking your face in them, his thumb brushing away a droplet of water. Eren's touch was so comforting yet so strange in that moment. You didn't know what to do, how to react. Part of you wanted to slap him so hard he would feel the sting for days, but another part wanted to give up. It was quite tempting to fall into his arms, to let him taste your lips and whisper what you so desperately wanted to hear.
「You got me scattered in pieces
Shining like stars and screaming」
No it's not right. You couldn't offer him your forgiveness not this time. With a shaky breath you managed to break everything you two have built. Every happy moment where you were laughing together, kissing, undressing everything crumbled. To say it hurt like hell was an understatement. It felt horrible. Eren felt his heart hurt, his chest moving up and down so fast he couldn't breathe properly "Please don't….please"
「This is a modern fairy tale
No happy endings」
That day haunted you for weeks on end. You grew to miss him so—so much that nothing had meaning in your life without him.
Eren was the air you breathed, he was the sun that warmed you up whenever you had a messed up day, when you wanted to smash everything in your sight and just hysterically cry.
He would warm you up with his little smirk that showcased perfect teeth, coming to embrace you and kiss your eyelids, your hair and finally your lips. There, he spent a good amount of time, swallowing every regret you had for the day and every bad thought. His lips were so gentle and sweet you couldn't resist. His fingers playing with the hem of your shorts while saying "Let me love you, baby"
And who were you to deny him?
「The bed's getting cold and you're not here
The future that we hold is so unclear
But I'm not alive until you call
And I'll bet the odds against it all」
The body that laid beside you was unknown, strange. Your soul refused to acknowledge it. The burning feeling you once got from Eren touching you, now it was locked up. There's no such thing as pleasure anymore. Only the gods now, you tried to love him. Your new boyfriend. You really did try.
If only he knew what was going on through your head a few hours ago when you had sex. If only he knew the boy who stole your mind and heart was far—far away and still you felt him so close.
His old shirts were kept in your closet, his ring that he had given you on your first year anniversary was kept beside you on your nightstand.
「There's a million reasons why I should give you up
But the heart wants what it wants」
Nights were the worst. In those moments you felt like the most. Your body tingles when you wear his clothes and when you click on the album you're faced with thousands of memories. All of them printed on your mind that when you close your eyes you're able to see him.
「You got me sippin' on something
I can't compare to nothing」
"Eren…this is my boyfriend" A knife ripped his skin and struck his heart. Was this really happening? He shook his hand trying to be as polite as possible but deep down he wanted to break your boyfriend's head and steal you away from him.
Eren was dressed handsomely but adapted to the hot weather. He had his key necklace hidden under his shirt and a smaller one sitting right at the base of his neck. His arms were decorated with bracelets all of them from the time you went to parties together but what really caught your attention was the ring he wore. The one you bought him when he turned nineteen.
He always wore it, even at the gym. Despite the fact that it left nasty marks on his finger, he didn't dare take it off.
When you trailer your eyes up his form you caught his eyes. You could see the pain and regret was still there, but he restrained himself from making a move. His body just couldn't move. You saw the innerbattle he endured seeing you with another man. It was hard for you too, because if he was to take your hand in his right then and there you'll give in and abandon your morals.
Please do it.
He didn't.
「But then you disappear and make me wait
And every second's like torture」
This was a terrible idea. You shouldn't be here with him. Not alone. It's not like you didn't trust him, you didn't trust yourself.
"So, about that thing. I didn't cheat on you. Historia just got into a fight with Ymir and I hugged her. That's all" Eren felt like it was too late to explain everything. But he had hope that you'll take him back.
「Save your advice 'cause I won't hear
You might be right, but I don't care
There's a million reasons why I should give you up
But the heart wants what it wants
The heart wants what it wants」
You smashed your cold lips against his, licking his lower lip to ask for entrance. His hands cupped your face keeping you so close your breaths became one. The taste of him was so addicting you desperately wanted to rip his clothes off.
"What about him?" He whispered, opening his eyes to scan your reaction. You smiled "The only one I care about right now is you. So, shut up and kiss me"
(the two of you broke up before this)
His arms lifted you by the hips and wrapped your legs around his waist. You felt him smirk against your neck, pressing wet hungry kisses. You tilted your head to the side allowing Eren to mark your neck. Your fingers were in his hair taking out his hair tie and letting the long strands of hair to rest on his shoulders "Eren..please"
"I know baby, I know" With one kiss pressed on your lips he laid you down on his bed sheets, admiring your body. You were curvier than he remembered, more beautiful if that was even possible.
Eren removed his shirt, his torso and abs on full display. He let your finger travel on his pecks while he rested his forehead on yours "I fucking missed you" Your touch raised goosebumps on his whole body and his pants were tighter with every second.
You sat up discarding your clothes along with your bra and underwear. You kept your thighs together to stop the slick from slipping further down your legs.
Eren watched you with hungry eyes when he noticed something. Your arms were around your middle, to hide something. He leaned in, taking your lips in his, meeting your tongue. You couldn't escape him. His overwhelming presence made you remove your arms from around you and pull him in, working your way to get him out of his pants.
Eren gripped his dick in his hand aligning with your entrance. His slit moved briefly up and down teasing you "Eren please.." You raised your hips to get some kind of friction.
The boy gripped your hips and stopped your movements "Tell me if it hurts" He pushed his tip inside, making you gripp the bedsheets. It's been a long time since he had been inside you and your now ex boyfriend wasn't even near as big as Eren.
He pushed forward making you close your eyes to stop the tears from building up "Relax baby I'm almost halfway"
Halfway?
"Eren it hurts—" Upon hearing you, he moved no more. His hands grabbed yours and squeezed them "Shh…you're doing so good love..so good" You opened your eyes seeing him look at you with so much love and admiration. He was painfully hard but still he took it slow for you.
His thumb drew circles on your hand while he whispered "Do you remember the first time we did it? You took me so good. Fuck, this pussy is perfect baby. You're perfect"
While he talked you were so focused that you didn't pay attention to the pain anymore "Can I move?"
Oh..
You slowly nodded your head and felt Eren's thrusts. His movements were slow but deep. Your walls hugged him so good he felt like cumming right then.
"Oh fuck—" He picked up the pace, making you see stars. His dick went deeper with every movement reaching your g spot.
You arched your back feeling your orgasm build up "Eren I'm about to cum" He let go of your arms letting you wrap them around his neck. You rested your face in the crook of his neck, panting.
Eren felt your pussy clench around him as your orgasm hit you "That's it baby. Let it go" He put his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair while he kissed your hair line.
When he pulled out of you, your juices where running down your inner thighs "No..you didn't get to cum"
He laughed sweetly pecking your lips "Don't worry about me—"
But you didn't listen. You pushed him on the bed, your lips kissing him lower and lower, reaching his still hard dick.
You looked up at him and god, he was about break. His hair stuck to his handsome face, his cheeks reddening. He was embarrassed.
You started kissing his dick from the base until you reached his tip. Your tongue came in contact with the precum and didn't hesitate to take him in all the way.
"Fuck—fuck" You felt his fingers grip your hair while he held you there for a second. He didn't apply pressure letting you do whatever.
You moved your head up and down, your tongue flat against his dick. He wasn't able to contain himself and thrusted up in your mouth "Don't stop fuck—"
You didn't dare to. Your hand squeezed his balls while you went faster. His moans were getting louder which indicated that he was close. Eren wasn't the one to shy away when having sex. He was as loud as he wanted.
His dick hit the back of your throat, releasing his load.
He watched you swallow his cum. You crawled on top of him kissing him. He trapped you with his arms, his lips biting your earlobe "I love you, Y/N"
You didn't reply with words but rather you kissed his jaw resting your head on his chest.
I love you
He knew that. You didn't have to speak.
For him it was enough that you were there.
That night the two of you made a promise. Through breathless moments you admitted to yourselves that…..
「The heart wants what it wants, baby
It wants what it wants, baby」
Your hearts want one another.
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Interesting / Good Worldbuilding pt.2 (AU's only)
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In Imitation of Life by travelingneuritis (E, 70k, wangxian, modern cultivation, scifi au, android WWX, tone: neon seedy, rich people are bored and terrible, post-apocalyptoc landscape, happy ending, smut, severe major characger injury, time loss)
medium blues by darkterrible (E, 193k, WangXian, Modern AU, Horror, Spooky, Opposites Attract, Fluff and Angst, Gore, Ghosts, Necromancy, Mojo’s post)
Howling by MimiSpearmint (E, 40k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mortal Instruments Fusion, Horror, Eldritch, Domestic Fluff, Single Parent WWX, Witchcraft, Getting Together, shifter!lwj, yllz!wwx, Intercrural Sex, Hand Jobs, Angst with a Happy Ending, Switch WangXian, a bit of a degradation kink, anti-STI sex talismans, Anal Sex, Oral Sex)
Castle in the Wastes by ailuridae (abigailnicole) (T, 41k, wangxian, Howl’s Moving Castle fusion, personified Chenqing, canon typical violence)
💖 symmetry by bleuett (M, 44k, WangXian, Space, Science Fiction, Happy Ending, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Holding Hands, Blow Jobs, Hand Feeding, Cultivation in Space, Yearning, Reunions, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Injuries, Grief/Mourning, Unconventional Time Travel, Burial Mounds)
mountains, we met by fruitys (E, 79k, wangxian, historical au, the handmaiden (2016) fusion, enemies to lovers, misunderstandings, secret identity, touch starved, sharing a bed, pining, getting together, angst w happy ending, implied/referenced suicide, suicide attempt, mental health issues, emotional manipulation, rimming, blowjobs)
Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy (T, 87k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, modern cultivation au, Kind of academia AU, Music, Kid Fic, Action/Adventure, To An Extent, Original Character(s), Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending)
My Boy Builds Coffins by enbysaurus_rex (Not rated, 48k, wangxian, canon divergence, coffin maker au, YLLZ WWX, autistic LWJ, falling in love, hurt WWX, pining, deathscapes, farmer LWJ, burial mounds settlement days, tenderness)
Wrong Turn, Right Place by diamondbruise (E, 71k, WangXian, Time Travel, kind of, modern wwx, cultivator lwj, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jealousy, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Cultural Differences, Miscommunication, LWJ Has a Big Dick, Anal Sex)
of buried things by Sanguis (M, 31k, wangxian, modern w magic, case fic, witches, magical realism, haunted house, mild gore, pining, getting together, smut, accidental baby acquisation, fluff, tentacle sex)
other earths and skies by binghecarer (T, 54k, wangxian, modern w magic, slow burn, hurt/comfort, canon-typical scars & injuries, curses, East of the Sun, West of the Moon fairy tale au, Mojo’s bookmark)
take me back to a time by DizziDreams (T, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Modern with Magic, Time Travel, Sharing a Bed, Angst with a Happy Ending, Student!WWX, Time-Traveling Wizard!LWJ, Slow Burn, Character Death, Angstreference to abuse, Canonical Character Death, Canonical Abuse, Canon!LWJ, Canon-Typical Violence, Mutual Pining, Chronic Illness, Not A Fix-It, Case Fic, implied 3zun, Transmigration, America, [Podfic of] take me back to a time by dreamhazer)
I will be chasing a starlight by feyburner, sundiscus (E, 71k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Vulcan LWJ, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pon Farr, Mind Meld, Fuck Or Die, Anal Sex, Hurt/Comfort)
you’re a bird in the water / i’m a fish on the ground by plonk (Not Rated, 8k, WangXian, Merpeople, Canon Era)
The Beast of Gusu series by Netrixie (T&M, 212k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Wolf WWX, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Happy Ending)
A Fox Demon Fathered My Children by bonbonsbunnies (Not Rated, 26k, WangXian, Fox Demon WWX, Dragon LWJ, Eggpreg, Mpreg, Some angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Fertility Issues, Implied/Referenced Unsafe Pregnancy, Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Outdoor sex (almost) but Wangxian get cockblocked by the Wens, Anal Fingering, brief thigh fucking, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Implied/Referenced Cheating (not real), unrealistic depiction of having kids, Eventual Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fear of Abandonment)
see you yesterday by glyphic (M, 138k, WIP, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Ghost Hunters, Time Loop, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn) I adore the fic see you yesterday. It could be a good fit for your world-building list. The setting starts a little lower-key, but then gets wilder and wilder.
Duel of the Twins by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 71k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, star wars au, scifi, each chapter is intended to be a whole movie within a trilogy, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, mild body horror, Mentions of Suicide, please take that major character death warning seriously, Angst with a Happy Ending, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Angst, Dismemberment, WIP)
Ten miles of Lotus Flowers by Yukirin_Snow (M, 273k, wangxian, JC/LXC, ABO, Romance, Slow Burn, Pain, Hurt/Comfort, True Love, Pregnancy, Humor, No one dies that doesn't deserve to die, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Angst, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending)
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#wangxian#wangxianficfinder#mdzs#the untamed#long post#wangficfinder compilation post#interesting world building#Wangxian Fic Rec#The Untamed#MDZS#wangxianficfinder compilation post
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november with you | kylian mbappé (part i/iii)
kylian mbappé x original female character [+18]
synopsis: alice has been living in paris for a year, she found a perfect job and a perfect boyfriend in this city, but the cold of november is bringing back old memories she wishes she could forget.
warnings: established relationship; mentions of cheating; angst; smut; domestic fluff; i have never been to france; minors dni.
(this is a sequel to the french exit, but can be read as standalone)
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Part I — Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?
“Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I'm the only one
But will my heart be broken?”
“Don't laugh.”
“Why would I laugh?” Kylian asks, already laughing.
Alice tried to keep a straight face when looking at him, but she only has love in her eyes. Her boyfriend had a boyish smile on his face and it's a look that never failed to soften her heart.
“Alright, get your giggles out… But this is serious!” She says softly, holding back a smile.
The blonde held up her phone, displaying a picture of their cat to Kylian. Then, with her impeccably manicured finger, painted in a beautiful maroon color, she swiped to the next photo, which was nearly identical but featured the cat in a slightly different pose.
"Which one do you think I should post?" Alice asks. Her eyes, filled with curiosity, were fixated on him.
Kylian burst into laughter, reaching for her hand and the phone she was holding. He pulled her onto his lap, studying the pictures more carefully.
“Wait, let me see…” He says. He analyzes the pics with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, his playful smile never leaving his face.
The three of them – Alice, Kylian and Renoir, the cat – were in the living room of their shared apartment, sitting on their spacious, inviting couch. Outside, it was raining in Paris. The soft rain was casting a serene and cozy atmosphere over the home.
"I'm sharing it on my private account," Alice says. She’s staring at her nails as she speaks. A hint of something more weighed on her mind, and Kylian easily understood her unspoken thoughts.
"This one," he decided, "this one's just right."
He handed her the phone, and a smile spread across her face as she promptly shared the picture for her closest friend to see.
When Alice Morgan-Webber started dating Kylian Mabappé, the French media couldn't get enough of her. Once they made it official, it was like every news outlet fell head over heels for the couple. You couldn't escape their faces: it was printed everywhere. It felt as if the entire City of Love was cheering for their romance. Her stunning looks and magnetic charm had Kylian's fans from all over the world captivated.
Being an American socialite, the attention she received inevitably turned into numerous magazine covers and fashion editorial features. Alice, who was already working at a fashion magazine, became a part-time model and a world-wide influential it-girl, all thanks to the apparent modern-day fairy tale she was living.
The thing about people is – they tend to lose interest when they see someone's face as often as the Parisians saw Alice’s. It wasn't long before the rumors began. Even though she knew they would come, Alice wasn't thrilled to hear them. People couldn't stop talking about one thing in her new relationship – how incredibly fast she had moved on after calling off her engagement.
The terms “cheating” and “affair” started to show up more and more in articles written about the couple.
Kylian comforted her, assuring her that the media's attention would soon shift to the next manufactured scandal. He eased her worries, pointing out that there were no witnesses to their supposed ‘love crime’.
"David knew I was seeing someone else…" She admitted, her anxiety rising at the idea of the true story of how they met being exposed.
"Baby, stop stressing about it. That’s not the kind of thing a man shares. He won’t speak to the media." Kylian gently smoothed out the lines forming on her forehead and gave her a soft kiss there.
But that was over a month ago. Now, it’s November, the autumn leaves are falling and the chilly wind is making Alice start to stress over different things.
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"I've been living in Paris for a year now," Alice says to Clara, her coworker and dear friend. "I knew it would take me a while to adapt, but now I feel like I'm back to square one."
They were in the meeting room of the magazine, having just finished a meeting. The two of them were used to staying a little longer to chat before returning to their desks. Working for a prestigious fashion magazine was exciting, but there were days when it felt like any regular desk job.
However, Alice had no interest in rushing back to her cubicle. She was worried. Alice looked out one of the large, modern glass windows in the room. "I feel like just as much of an outsider as when I first got here," she admitted. Her days were blending with the memories of when she had first arrived. Back then, she had a diamond engagement ring on her finger and dreams bigger than what real life could offer. It hadn't taken long for the chill, blue weather of France to affect her heart. It had taken Kylian quite a while to warm it up once again. Now, Alice was concerned that the weather was cooling her spirits. She didn't want to feel blue, not after making so much progress.
Clara nodded, trying to show her support. “But just because it may feel the same, doesn’t mean it is the same. Everybody knows you now, chéri, you’re a celebrity!” Clara hugged her friend, trying to cheer her up. “Let’s have dinner together, you need a girl’s night out!”
Her friend is kind and well-intentioned, but there was a deeper feeling, a sense of not quite belonging, that Clara seemed to struggle to fully understand.
As her shift came close to its end, Alice found herself staring at her laptop, her thoughts drifting away. Kylian was in another country for a Champions League game – a chill ran down her spine as she remembered how David used to leave her alone for days without a word. Now she knew for sure he had another woman. Determinedly, she tried to dispel the intrusive thoughts from her mind. Kylian is working, she knows that. And Clara is right, this time is different. Alice blamed her insecurity and anxiety on her hormones and pushed forward with her day.
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"You smell so good," Kylian mumbled with his face buried in Alice's hair. He had just walked in the door and immediately enveloped her in his arms. "Why do you smell so good?"
Alice could barely speak through her giggles. "I smell the same, silly!" She almost missed his reply, his voice muffled as he showered her with kisses.
"Maybe I just miss you too much."
Peaches, Kylian thought. His baby always smells like peaches. It’s cold November but she always smells like his favorite summer memories. They had been apart for no more than 48 hours, but the moment they were finally allowed to hug each other again, they both shared a profound sense of relief.
Alice takes a moment to appreciate her boyfriend. His beauty. She stares at his face, making sure all her favorite details are still there. He’s really a sight to behold, and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks warming. Even after all this time, just the sight of him was enough to make her blush.
When he takes her to their bedroom, their love den, she takes off his shirt in a hurry. She feels an instinctual need to see him – to admire him. She can’t help but reduce his athletic body to its aesthetic. Alice is a first hand witness to the sacrifices he makes to have that physique, but in the moment of pleasure, she could swear he was hand-sculpted by the gods themselves.
“I missed you too…” She confesses in a whisper, like he wasn’t sure of it already.
It’s with devotion that they start to touch each other. With a passion that can only come from a strong bond. Kylian lifts her, wrapping her leg around his hips and finally kissing her on the lips. A guttural moan escapes him – every neuron on his brain was focused on the taste of her lips.
There is nothing in the world quite like coming home to the one you love. And being received with such care, Kylian wondered what he did to deserve this much happiness.
“I love you.” He kisses her again. “I love coming home to you.” Another kiss. He gently lays her on the bed. Alice’s legs are still holding him close, she can feel him growing hard so she pushes him closer to her core. “And I love fucking you.” Another kiss, this time muffling a moan as Alice’s feels herself melting when she hears him say that.
Alice leans back into her pillow, sighing with her eyes closed. She takes a deep breath, feeling her heart pounding, as if it was trying to escape from her chest.
After taking off the rest of their clothes, Kylian crawls over her, placing himself back between her legs – only this time there was no piece of fabric keeping them apart. Flesh on flesh – their bodies were burning. She was wet before, but now the tension between them felt overwhelming. As Kylian moved, she let out a groan.
He had one hand beside her head, supporting himself, and another hand wrapped around his cock, gently rubbing himself on her folds. The sensation was electrifying, Alice wanted to reach down and guide him inside her.
"You feel so good," Kylian murmured between kisses. He leans down, his voice a whisper in her ear, "Do you want me?" She nodded slowly, begging with her eyes, wanting for him to be inside her more than anything in the world. Kylian pushes himself into her – slowly and steady, stretching her patiently.
They both gasped at how amazing it felt.
“Oh my God…” Alice could barely contain herself. Kylian takes the opportunity to take one of her nipples in his mouth, he suckled and nibbled on it, causing Alice to moan and push herself against him.
As he enters her deeper, thrusting into her, Alice cries out in pure ecstasy. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him for another kiss. They found a good rhythm and continued like that for some time. The heat, the tightness, it was all too much to bear, Alice could feel herself getting close – she was panting heavily. She reaches up and gently traces her fingers along his face.
“Almost there?” He asks, whispering to her.
“Yeah.”
Kylian doesn't waste any time. He grabbed her hips tightly, his pace became rougher, more urgent and he groaned with each stroke, going as deep as possible, moving faster and harder until they were both crying out loudly, holding onto each other.
They fall side by side on the bed afterwards. Their breathing slowed down and Alice snuggled next to Kylian, with her head on his shoulder.
“You keep getting better at this.” She says, giggling.
“We keep getting better.” He corrected her with a loving smile.
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My Beloved Nymph (5)
[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]
[warnings: smut, sex content, kissing, so much fluff]
[description: Aemond is the owner of the club, his girlfriend is the younger sister of his business partner. This story is a continuation of the series "My Best Friend", which you can read here: Part 1. This story can be read on its own. Aemond has serious intentions for his girlfriend and is slowly putting them into practice.]
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
Previous and next chapters: Masterlist
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Y/N felt a few tears of uncontrollable emotion down her face and the heat in her heart. She wiped them off quickly, had time to read what he'd written a few more times. She couldn't believe it came from his pen, she would never have expected it. That he could show her his feelings this way.
She knew he loved folktales and medieval legends, often reading them for pleasure, but what he created was a small work of art to her. It literally choked her. She swallowed silently, a big smile on her face. She pursed her lips and ran to him on the balcony.
She opened the door and literally ran at him, and he, startled, choked on cigarette smoke. He coughed and looked at her uncertainly, stressed, he wanted to ask her what she thought, but she didn't even let him open her mouth, she started talking right away.
"Aemond, this is so beautiful! I must have read it five times and will read it every day! I cried, I can't even describe what I feel" She sputtered, her eyes and cheeks were red, he looked at her as if she was possessed by something. Deep down he felt relief and a wave of heat, this impenetrable and strong feeling for her. He reached his hand towards her cheek and wiped away a single tear that had yet to dry. He smiled.
"Did you like it?" He asked as if what she had said wasn't enough. Some part of him longed for a moment longer to hear those beautiful words she had for him, the praises she had never missed for him, and which he had never received from anyone in his entire life. He literally craved her appreciation, and what she said warmed his heart to red, though his face remained calm.
Y/N exhaled loudly as if the word "liked" offended her, rubbed her nose searching for the right words, holding his piece of paper in her hands.
“I felt like I was literally seeing what you were describing. It was like watching a movie, reading a legend, a fairy tale, like the one Klaus sometimes read to me in bed. And that's only a few paragraphs!" She called out, her voice still slightly trembling with emotion.
Aemond couldn't help but smile at her words, which so wonderfully caressed his ego. He stroked her cheek gently, listening to her words, insatiable. “I would like to find out what happened to them later. With Emanor and Leana. Get to know their further history." She finally said quietly, ashamed.
Aemond looked at her in surprise, then smiled warmly. He pulled her to him and they kissed greedily, her lips never felt so hot and thirsty. He could feel both their hearts pounding. Though five minutes ago, standing on the balcony, he'd cursed himself for even letting her read it, now he felt like this day couldn't be any better. And yet that was just the beginning.
He pulled away from her, pressing his forehead against hers. They stared at each other for a moment, occasionally leaning in closer, placing light kisses on each other's lips. Her nearness soothed him like nothing else.
“I had no plans to continue their story. But who knows." He said cheekily and she smiled shyly and hugged him tightly against his chest, inhaling his scent. Aemond put his free hand around her, his cigarette long since burned out. He kissed her hair and inhaled the scent of her herbal shampoo. She did not change him for years, she knew that he was addicted to him and he associated only with her. Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"I have something for you too." She said softly and looked at him uncertainly. Aemond felt his heart beat faster. Curiosity consumed him, but he didn't want to show it. Y/N grabbed his hand and led him back to their room. She knelt by her suitcase and told him to turn around for a moment. Aemond sighed softly, but dutifully did as she asked.
"You can turn around." She said happily.
Aemond turned and froze, staring incredulously. Y/N was holding a fabric the size of a small rug that looked like a medieval embroidered wall tapestry. In a frame filled with ornaments, against a background of flowers and grass, ran an embroidered figure of Vhagar. Aemond didn't know what to say.
“Unfortunately, it wasn't until the third try that I was able to embroider it properly. I did it at work when I had nothing to do, I looked like an old aunt surrounded by threads and needles. I once saw Lizzy embroider and asked her to show me how to do it.” She explained, clearly proud of her work. “This is in addition to important information. I asked your parents to bring Vhagar to us. She is old, she has little life left. You said you didn't want her to get tired when you weren't home, but now I live there too, so I can take her for walks and play with her." She said, clearly proud of her idea.
Aemond stared at her, feeling like his heart was about to burst with excitement. She really moved him. He knew she saw it on his face as her gaze changed to a more tender and comforting one. He swallowed hard as he approached her work.
"Is beautiful. Just like you." He said sincerely, taking the fabric in his hands. It really looked like someone had taken it out of someone's chamber in the castle. Only now did he understand why her fingers were so red and sore when she came home. He often kissed them when he saw them making her uncomfortable. But she told him it was from typing in laptop and writing all the time.
The thought that she had been working all these months to make him happy that one day filled him with an indescribable wave of emotion. If he could, he would take her now, he would fuck her, whispering in her ear how much he loved her, how he needed her and how he wanted to give her everything she wanted.
But he knew the concert was about to start, and she didn't even know about it. He thought they had the whole night ahead of them and would try to hold on. There was still a VIP area, just in case, if they couldn't stand the tension. He smiled at the thought and kissed her forehead.
"It's time for me to tell you why we're here." He said calmly and she jumped with excitement. She looked at him curiously as she saw him go to his suitcase, this time he was looking for something in it. After a moment, he took out one of the T-shirts and unfolded it, facing her. She squealed with happiness when she saw the Rammstein logo on it.
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Aemond wasn't sure he'd ever seen Y/N so euphoric. At least in the euphoria that had lasted so long. He had to admit he had a great day too. He warned the staff not to call him, so no one bothered him. Before leaving, they changed into their band's shirts and headed to the stadium on foot.
VIP tickets allowed them to skip the long lines to get in, they could immediately go inside and look for their room. When they got to the right door, they opened it and looked inside. The VIP areas were small, separated by walls, so that apart from the balconies, you couldn't see what was going on in the next room.
The balconies overlooked the stage, the audience in the distance, but everything was perfectly visible. In the center of the small room were three large sofas and a table, on the side was a small sideboard with snacks, drinks and alcohols. Aemond knew there was an extra charge for all this, but he didn't care. It was their anniversary, and he wasn't going to regret anything.
Y/N immediately ran to the balcony, looking around. She managed to shake hands with the neighbors and talk to them, they started talking excitedly about where they came from and what songs they were waiting for.
Aemond had always been amazed by her ability to connect with anyone with indescribable ease. In addition, she was able to talk to strangers so that they weren't talking about anything. Aemond sometimes felt a hint of jealousy when he saw how easily she won the sympathy and attention of men.
Aemond walked over to the bar, reaching for the whiskey and pouring himself a little. Seeing Y/N approaching him, he turned to her.
"Would you like something to drink?"
Y/N nodded eagerly, her eyes shining, her face never leaving a smile. Aemond pulled her suddenly, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissed her passionately. She gasped in surprise and immediately returned the gesture, snuggling into him contentedly. He pulled away from her and kissed her forehead, starting to make her a drink. He knew he liked a mix of orange juice, mango and vodka.
"Who have you met?" He asked amused, Y/N leaning her cheek against his shoulder, watching his gestures.
“A group of friends drove 12 hours to this concert. They said that they had been to their concert in another country before and that it was an amazing spectacle. I can't believe we're here!" She said overjoyed and snuggled into his arm more. Aemond smiled and handed her a drink, which she drank immediately.
"I never thought I'd go to a Rammstein concert with any woman, much less with Klaus' little sister."
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As their neighbors said, the concert was an amazing spectacle full of fire, special effects and strong, piercing music. The lights and scenery changed with each song. The crowd in front of the stage literally went crazy with the impression.
Y/N tought at some moments that she was in some macabre theater, not at a music concert. Nevertheless, she was delighted, and from what she saw, even though he showed little, Aemond also couldn't take his eyes off what was going on.
After the first forty minutes of the concert, they were already drunk and the best songs were yet to come. It wasn't much danceable music, but on "Ich Will" Y/N completely drifted off, pretending to say words she didn't even understand and spinning around to the tune, raising her hands in various gestures and closing her eyes.
Aemond had to admit, watching her from the sidelines, that she had an astonishing sense of rhythm, and while that wasn't what she had intended when she got into it, there was something sensual about her movements. His drunken body involuntarily responded to this with a frustrating tightness in his pants.
He breathed a sigh of relief when, after the song, it was announced that there would be a fifteen-minute break for the band, during which you could go to the toilet, drink something and eat something.
Y/N said she had to go to the restroom, but Aemond stopped her by grabbing her hips and carrying her from the balcony into the room, literally throwing her onto the couch. She saw him undo his belt. She took a deep breath, all red with alcohol and sudden excitement, not believing her eyes.
"Aemond, here?" She asked quietly.
"Yes, here." He said low and dark, he couldn't hold back any longer, he needed it since this morning, since he'd shown her his letter. As he dealt with his pants, he started to unzip hers and pulled them off her along with her panties. She moaned softly, breathing raggedly, her eyes blurred, her whole body shivering.
Aemond slipped off his boxers and bent over her, no time for any other affection. Y/N automatically spread her legs, his cock brushing against her moist entrance.
"May I?" He asked, his voice trembling slightly, their faces millimeters apart.
Y/N swallowed softly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Yes."
Aemond entered her at once, and she pursed her lips, tilting her head back, trying to keep from making any loud sound. They both began to pant, he moved steadily inside her, trying to be gentle, but she was so tight and hot, he was dizzy from the alcohol.
"Oh fuck, yes" He moaned low in delight, he needed it. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed himself against her so that their bodies were in a tender embrace. He wanted her to know that he did it out of love.
Because of this feeling, he couldn't control himself anymore. He moved in and out of her in a steady rhythm, both breathing heavily and kissing tenderly, her hands found his buttocks and closed over them.
"My beloved Emanor" She whispered softly into his mouth, and a strong shudder went through his body, he drew in a breath and looked at her in shock.
"My beautiful Leana" He responded with pain and thrust deeper into her, they both moaned loudly, forgetting where they were as they kissed passionately, her hips greedily responding to his every thrust. He pushed her hard, hitting each time the point that gave her pleasure, filled her completely, and she gave herself to him, wanting only fulfillment.
"My beautiful nymph" He whispered, looking at her face, entering her brutally, he felt that both of them were already on the edge and needed it.
"Oh god, Aemond, yes" She moaned, her head tipped back, he felt her insides tighten on him because of her orgasm. The sound of his name and what she had said earlier had him just pressing his face against her cheek, panting heavily, he came inside her, moaning in relief, finally feeling fulfilled and relaxed.
He moved steadily inside her for a moment, then stopped, the two of them hugging each other tightly as if they were afraid one of them would disappear.
Y/N, as she always did when they got close, started stroking his hair. They both lay there for a while, trying to calm down. He shivered as he heard her softly sing.
Let me be your wings
Let me be your only love
Let me take you far beyond the stars.
Let me be your wings
Let me lift you high above
Everything we're dreaming of will soon be ours.
Anything that you desire
Anything at all.
Everyday I'll take you higher
And I'll never let you fall.
His throat tightened, and he tried his best not to cry. He knew it was the song from Thumbelina, because Helaena had watched it sometimes when they were little. He couldn't get any words out. He hugged her tightly, almost crushing her. If they were anywhere else, he would wanted just to fall asleep in her arms.
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How to leave a request on this blog/general information
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I write all my fanfics by myself so please don't steal my content
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Unfortunately I'm not a skilled artist when it comes to things outside writing, so don't come at me for using AI
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Everything outside the universe I’m writing in
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Really long and detailed requests
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Toge Inumaki
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Attack on Titan
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No questions here, I just need you to know how much I love your writing. I first found you through Super Nature (Brilliant, Incredible, Amazing, Show-stopping, Spectacular) and have been positively obsessed with Disarm since it's been posted, so you starting a sequel for it, jam-packed with fluff and smut is everything I've ever wanted from the 'verse. Sending virtual thank you hugs and kisses your way xx
Also, Remus buying bath bombs for Sirius is now officially one of my favourite moments of 'Adore' and I'd like to know where to get one Remus John Lupin for myself
Fluff and smut is my specialty (in that it's the only thing I'm capable of writing)! Thank you ❤️
The bath bombs are only the tip of the iceberg, my friend. When Remus said he wanted to spoil his baby, he fucking meant it.
Unfortunately, I don't think men like Daddy Remus actually exist. He's a modern day fairy tale.
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I just rewatched The 10th Kingdom miniseries.
It aired in 2000.
Did it hold up after two decades?
Well ... my opinion is HEAVILY colored with nostalgia, so you may not believe me when I say:
Yes, mostly.
Perhaps I'll make a thorough review another day.
Right now this post is about Wolf.
First, a few memorable lines of his dialog:
I could follow your scent through time itself.
When you called me your husband, I went all hard and soft at the same time.
Ravenous. When I look at the moon, I get hungry for everything.
You better tie me down. Or else I might eat you up.
Wolves mate for life.
When I watched The 10th Kingdom at age 20, it was for the excitement of seeing a FAIRY TALE CROSSOVER! For a massive fairytale/fable/folk story nerd like me, this was HUGE. Remember, this was 2000. The public had had the internet for only 5 years. The big boom of urban fantasy books hadn't quite hit yet, and reimagined fairy tales weren't being picked up by publishers like they would be 12 years later.
So seeing a miniseries that threw all the old standards into a big pit and added modern (albeit crass and sexist) humor was right up my alley.
Twenty years later (now in my 40s), I am inexplicably drawn to Wolf in a way I NEVER was as a 20-year-old.
True, my tastes have matured and changed since 2000. I admit my attraction towards humanoids-who-are-not-100%-human has grown rapidly in the last 5 years. Fangs, tentacles, and horns are far more sexy to me now than they've ever been.
So ... yeah. Wolf. Um.
😍🤤🥵😳🥴🥰😈
I guess I'm gonna go over to AO3 now to search for 10th Kingdom smut. Because we never got the sequel they hinted at.
The last episode ended with the main character's voice-over with something like: "I'd like to say our fairy tale ended happily ever after, but almost as soon as we arrived in New York, another crisis beset the Nine Kingdoms that brought us back. But that's a story for another time. " And then the narrator says "Here ends the last chapter of Book One of the 10th Kingdom."
That sounds like there's more to come, right??
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MCU Masterlist
Asks and questions are OPEN BUT SLOW for the moment (I have a bunch of things to write on a time crunch! If you want to send on in, just be aware it'be combined with a bingo challenge/fest story most likely!) Please comment if you'd like to be on a taglist! If you'd like to instead follow the account @darsywrites and turn on those notifications, that's my archive. Only my stories will be posted there.
I write primarily for Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, but I have a Bruce story, some Stephen Strange, and a couple of Steve/Natasha smut fics to post here someday. I'm open to suggestions (though, I can't promise I'll be able to fill your request quickly, as I'm a mom of 3 who are all as extra as I am. I will do my best!)
Tony Stark Masterlist
Steve Rogers Masterlist
Back to the Masterlist...
I have quite a few stories already on AO3 if you don't want to wait!
{ Fave: 💚 }{ Romance: ♥️ }{ Angst: 🖤 }{ All Audiences: 🤍 }{ Smut: 🔥 }
TRUST FALL (masterlist) (Tony/OC, MCU rewrite from IM1+) ♥️🔥
Current Chapter: Ch 26b | TBC
IRON HELIX MASTERLIST
(Tony/OC fan in the world, possible series) 💚♥️🔥 | Chapter Two
MODERN MYTHOLOGY (Tony/OC soulmate AU) 💚♥️🤍
Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 (complete)
IN SEARCH OF A FAIRY TALE (Tony/OC smut) ♥️🔥
Part I | Part II | (Complete)
PRESENT IMPERFECT MASTERLIST
Tony/Natasha fake relationship amnesia (complete in 8 parts) ♥️🔥
DAY ONE | DAY TWO | DAY TWO.WOAH | DAY THREE - MORNING | DAY THREE - MOURNING | DAY FOUR-SHADOWING | (A GOOD) DAY FOUR (BEING A HERO) | DAY SIXTY- FIVE
((See Steve for 'Nearer, My God, to Thee' a Stony Titanic AU))
I KNOW NO OTHER WAY THAN THIS ♥️🤍
(Tony & Bruce friendship, Bruce/OFC) Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | TBC
PLUS ONE (Tony Stark/Partyguest!Reader kiss fic) ♥️ Oneshot
BUILD ME A COCOON SO I CAN CRAWL INSIDE YOUR LOVE (Tony/GN!Reader Hurt/Comfort) ♥️🖤 Oneshot
UNTIL MY STEPS RETURN (Tony/OC established relationship) ♥️🔥 Oneshot
THE SACRIFICE PLAY (Steve/Tony mid-Ultron) ♥️🖤 Oneshot
GOODNIGHT, FAREWELL, & AMEN (IronStrange angst) 🖤 Oneshot
LIQUIDITY (OR, WELL DESERVED) (Tony/f!Reader) ♥️🔥 Oneshot
REPEAT AFTER ME (Tony/f!Reader Soulmate AU Canon Divergence 'mob AU') Oneshot 🖤
5 TIMES TONY ALMOST PUSHED BRUCE TOO FAR, AND 1 TIME HE DEFINITELY DID (Tony Stark & Bruce Banner Friendship) 💚🤍 Oneshot
THEY SHOW THEIR TRUTH (Steve/Natasha smut) 💚🖤🔥 Oneshot
EQUALS (Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff fluff) ♥️🤍 Oneshot
EPHEMERA (Steve Rogers/Artist!Reader angst smut) ♥️🖤🔥 Oneshot
HAPPY VAL (Steve Rogers/Barista!Reader fluff) ♥️🤍 Oneshot
JUST RIGHT MASTERLIST
Steve Rogers/Armorer!Reader pining w/happy ending 💚♥️
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 - COMPLETE
NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE
Tony/Steve Titanic AU (not Jack/Rose, no death) Complete in 4 parts 💚♥️🔥
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four
SAFE IN MY (OUR) ARMS series 💚♥️🔥 (Eventual Steve x Bucky x lounge singer!Reader Sex Pollen)
Part I: HAND(S) OFF MASTERLIST -complete 4/6
Part II: SHIPPING AND HANDLING
Ch 1: Vicinity | Ch 2: Urgency | Ch 3: Gravity -new! 10/23
ANIMATE OBJECTS SERIES(Stephen/OC, 'suspicion to lovers')
DAY EIGHT (first meeting, relic imprint) 💚♥️🤍
Part I | Part II | Complete
DIMINISHED SEVENTH (training to first kiss) 💚♥️🤍
Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 - COMPLETE
SIXTH SENSE (coming someday)
RUIN YOUR DAY (Stephen Strange/Reader fluff) 💚♥️🤍 Oneshot
UPSIDE DOWN AND BACKWARDS (Stephen/Reader) 💚🤍 Oneshot
THE LIGHT OF HIDDEN FLOWERS (Stephen/OFC) 🤍🖤 Oneshot
OATH OF THE BETRAYED ONE (Bucky/OFC smut) 🖤🔥 Oneshot
A BANNER SPEECH (Toby Ziegler & Bruce Banner preslash?) 🤍 Oneshot
BET YOUR ASS (Peter Quill/f!Reader hatekiss fic) ♥️ Oneshot
These stories are on tap for posting to Tumblr someday. If you'd like to see one of them posted soon, send me an ask! Until then, you can find them on my AO3.
EXILE ALL THE LONGER (Tony/OC soulmate Endgame fix-it)
I KNOW NO OTHER WAY THAN THIS (Bruce/OC soulmate 'Sleepless in Seattle' vibes)
CLIMBING VINES ON MELANCHOLY WALLS (Steve/Nat FWB)
SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS (Tony/Steve, Howard/Darcy Lewis as Maria epic time travel angst romp (I said what I said))
#marvel fanfiction#mcu fanfiction#tony stark x oc#tony stark#iron man x oc#iron man#stephen strange x oc#stephen strange#doctor strange x oc#doctor strange#tony stark smut#iron man smut#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#steve rogers smut#bruce banner x oc#tony stark & bruce banner friendship#tony stark/natasha romanoff#ironwidow
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Why not attempt all of the tooth-rotting fluff, and make the lot of you book dentist appointments?
𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺
― BUCKY BARNES ―
֎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes — Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts
֎ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes — His Girls
֎ Modern!DILF!Bucky Barnes — Whispered Affections
֎ Modern!Bucky Barnes — Written in the Stars
֎ Nurse!Bucky Barnes — A Hero
֎ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes — Lights, Sirens and Sincerity
֎ Stripper!Bucky Barnes — Buried Inhibitions
― STUCKY ―
֎ Firemen!Stucky — Built Differently
֎ Tattoo Artist!Stucky — Garden of Ink
𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻
TBR
𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻
TBR
𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺
— The AO3 SERIES can be found HERE.
𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
— 𝐀 = angst
— 𝐖 = whump
— 𝐈 = sick fic
— 𝐃 = dark
— 𝐃² = dead dove
— 𝐏 = poly
— 𝐊 = kid fic
— 𝐅 = fluff
— 𝐒 = smut
✧˚ · . 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐤
Ｂ１ ❥ 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝗔𝗨
─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader
── 𝐏 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Fairy Tales and stories always had one ending, that the prince would find his princess and all would be well; a masterful, happily ever after. You had never believed that would be you, not in your wildest dreams. Until the day that two knights in inked armour walked through the door of your castle and made themselves at home in your heart.
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐁𝐑
Ｂ２ ❥ 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦
─── AU!Pairing
── 𝐓𝐁𝐑
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝐓𝐁𝐑
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐁𝐑
Ｂ３ ❥ 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗟
─── AU!Pairing
── 𝐓𝐁𝐑
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝐓𝐁𝐑
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐁𝐑
Ｂ４ ❥ 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥
─── AU!Pairing
── 𝐓𝐁𝐑
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝐓𝐁𝐑
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐁𝐑
Ｂ５ ❥ 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗬 / 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘
─── AU!Pairing
── 𝐓𝐁𝐑
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝐓𝐁𝐑
✧˚ · . 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝
Ｉ１ ❥ 𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣 𝗔𝗨
─── Modern!Barista!Bucky x Writer!F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
An ordinary, relaxing day of arriving at Bucky’s coffee shop and spending it working on a project was what you planned to do, however, a certain brunette had other ideas.
✧˚ · . 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠
Ｉ２ ❥ 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬
─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Barnes Classics Restoration was a hive of activity — something was always going on within the walls of that garage, and you counted yourself lucky to be amongst it all.
✧˚ · . 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝
Ｉ３ ❥ 𝗡𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘 / 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧
─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Novelties came and went as the years passed — the phases of costumes and trends passed you by with as little care as the last, but not this year. You were determined to make this a surprise that would take Bucky by storm, especially if you reaped the rewards of it.
✧˚ · . 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Ｉ４ ❥ 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗦
─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader
── 𝐏 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
A long day led to a long week, snowballing into a long, long festive season. The boys — your knights in shining armour, residing in their castle of artistry — they knew long before you yourself did, and they had an idea of how to turn it around, to bring a smile to your lips and to restore your vitality.
✧˚ · . 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐥’ 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐎𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲
Ｉ５ ❥ 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 𝗔𝗨
─── CW!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Bucky had been away for a long, long time, and your heart ached with missing him. Although, the time apart had allowed you to plan a surprise that would rock his world once he walked back through the door of your home, and into another era.
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐁𝐑
Ｎ１ ❥ 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚
─── AU!Pairing
── 𝐓𝐁𝐑
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝐓𝐁𝐑
✧˚ · . 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞
Ｎ２ ❥ 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣
─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader
── 𝐏 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
You should have known that things were never going to go to plan within that household — no matter how badly you wanted to start your day by treating your boys, they had other ideas, and accomplices.
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐁𝐑
Ｎ３ ❥ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗨
─── AU!Pairing
── 𝐓𝐁𝐑
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝐓𝐁𝐑
✧˚ · . 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬
Ｎ４ ❥ 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗧
─── Closeted!Bodyguard!Stucky x Mafia!F!Reader
── 𝐏 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Suspicion and lies often led to the brash decisions that ended empires, whether they were justified or proven false, it didn’t matter — what was said and done could never be taken back. It was how you developed such a keen sense for divulging the truth, and what else could you have done with such temptation being placed on a silver platter in front of you?
✧˚ · . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞
Ｎ５ ❥ 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥
─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
After a bad night, you convalesce your slumber into the living room, only, when you awoke, something precious awaited you.
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐁𝐑
Ｇ１ ❥ 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛
─── AU!Pairing
── 𝐓𝐁𝐑
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝐓𝐁𝐑
✧˚ · . 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲
Ｇ２ ❥ 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦
─── DILF!Bucky x Babysitter!F!Reader
── 𝐀 + 𝐊 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
The first day of any new job was always the hardest — all the rules and roles to navigate while establishing yourself as someone reliable, trustworthy, and far too interested in your employer.
✧˚ · . 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞
Ｇ３ ❥ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗘
─── Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Acts of love never had to be something overstated or complicated — it lay in smaller actions. An offer to make lunch or a warm cup of drink; to do a chore or errand that the other dreaded, only to see their eyes brighten for thoughtfulness.
Bucky was much the same man as those who preferred smaller, intentional acts, and you presented him with the perfect opportunity.
✧˚ · . 𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨, 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
Ｇ４ ❥ 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦
─── Modern!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐀 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
They said fate worked in mysterious ways; the strings of destiny plucked and pulled and snapped at the leisure of those they controlled, but not you. The delicacy in which you handled the woven web was forever unseen and unprecedented, and your patience was to be rewarded in a way you least expected.
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐁𝐑
Ｇ５ ❥ 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘
─── AU!Pairing
── 𝐓𝐁𝐑
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝐓𝐁𝐑
✧˚ · . 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
Ｏ１ ❥ 𝗠𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚
─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐀 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
It was a trope that you had read over and over in books — never once did you think it would apply to you, and you’d be stuck in the same vicious circle of pining over your best friend, Bucky. But then, he came home one night after a rough shift, grief-stricken and in pain, and he proceeded to change everything.
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐁𝐑
Ｏ２ ❥ 𝗦𝗟𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗬
─── AU!Pairing
── 𝐓𝐁𝐑
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝐓𝐁𝐑
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐁𝐑
Ｏ３ ❥ 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗟
─── AU!Pairing
── 𝐓𝐁𝐑
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝐓𝐁𝐑
✧˚ · . 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲
Ｏ４ ❥ 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗕 𝗔𝗨
─── Stripper!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
A venture to a club for a performance — the type that better suited the phrase ‘once in a lifetime’ — left you with far more than you could have ever anticipated for when you step out from the double, glass doors.
The secrets within the lustful atmosphere weighed on your own thoughts, as did the vivid imagery of what happened up on that stage: the drag of heated palms over your clothes and the whispered words of praise that would fuel your sinful dreams for a time.
Only, the source of your maladaptive daydreams waited for you outside.
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐁𝐑
Ｏ５ ❥ 𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗣𝗘𝗧
─── AU!Pairing
── 𝐓𝐁𝐑
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
𝐓𝐁𝐑
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Goldilocks & The Three Men, Part 2
Summary: what happened?
Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, dub con, drugging?, fingering, praise kink, cream pie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2K
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Slightly moaning, you wake up in a haze. Your eyes try to adjust to the lighting, but even after a few blinks, and rubbing of the eyes, nothing seems to come into focus. Sitting up seems to make the room spin, so you flop down on your back, gazing at the odd cottage.
With a few calming breaths the room starts to come into view. Still unfamiliar, and yet oddly calming. “I was wondering when you were going to wake up,” a warm gruff voice speaks.
You look towards him, and he gives you a big smile. “Now what is a villager like yourself doing out in the enchanted forest. Hasn’t your parents warned you?”
“Should I be scared of you?” your voice asks shakily.
He tilts his head shrugging. “How is the bed?”
“It’s a bit too soft,” you sit up and grab at your head. Drowsy and unaware of anything. Looking up at the mystery man, you finally focus on him.
Long legs, his veiny arms exposed, and with every movement his muscles ripple. Unbeknownst to you, he sees the quickened pulse at your neck as you look him over. He can practically smell how heated and worked up you’re becoming.
“That’s my brother’s bed. He was…the only one willing to give it up. Had he known how long you would be out,” he stops his speech as he walks closer to you. Sitting on the edge of the bed.
You can feel the weight of his body when it dips down. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
“I had a snack,” his eyes roll up to meet yours, and he gives you a soft smile. “Who are you? And can I go home?”
“Ari,” he extends a hand out to you, and you shake it. That large mitt of a hand could squish you, if he so choose. “Going home is a bit more difficult. What did you eat?”
“An apple.”
“The color?”
“Red,” you try and think. Wondering just how long you had been out for. “No, green. What does it matter?”
“The green can be used to create a deadly poison. One of which only can be cured by true loves kiss,” you roll your eyes at the absurdity. “It’s true. The red…it’s best not to talk about it. It’s just nonsense right?”
“You said…why is it difficult for me to go home?”
“Did you bring the food with you?” you shake your head no. “Welcome home, Goldie. There’s something about these woods and women. It’s forbidden, and you can’t stay away we’ve never been able to find one of our own.”
“We? Your brother?”
“Brothers. Come on, they’re out. It’s just you and me for a bit,” jumping off the bed he holds out a hand for you to grab, but you look at it a beat too long. “The bed is too soft remember? We’ll work on finding you a better bed. Or…you could share one.”
“Am I stuck here?”
“‘Fraid so. Well, come on. We’ve got a lot to do today.”
You decide for now, it’s best just to follow the strange Ari. Looking around the cottage to see if there is a possible way to get out. “Quit looking,” he turns around glaring at you. “There’s worse things in that forest than me.”
“Your brothers?”
He snorts out a laugh but doesn’t comment. Continuing to walk into the kitchen where he pulls out a chair for you, before sliding over a plate. “I’m not hungry.”
“The hell you’re not. You had a bite of an apple three days ago. Eat,” when you don’t take a bit, the plate is pulled over to him. Picking the fritter up, he takes a large bite. “Happy?”
“I don’t like eating after people,” with a quiet growl, he walks to get another plate before placing it rather gruffly in front of you. “Thank you, Ari.”
His eyes never leave some part of your body as you cut off a small bite with your fork. Moaning at the warm spice mixture. Which only leads him to watch at your throat. The fritter so good that you don’t even pay attention. Taking another bite before you notice he’s watching.
“This is very good. What is it?”
“Apple fritter,” he gives you a beaming smile before you swallow deeply.
“What color?”
“We don’t touch the green ones, Goldie,” that name again. And he never mentioned the red apples purpose. “Besides, two trees. That’s it. There’s other apples in the forest. Those are Forbidden fruit if you will. Only one man that I’m aware of has ever taken from the green apples. He was killed by seven men.”
“I ate a green apple,” you answer. You’re dead. You just know it. You’re dead and you’re in some weird world.
“A bite won’t kill you. Eat. You haven’t had enough,” he watches you take a slow bite. Your eyes looking around the kitchen for possible apple peelings to confirm they are indeed the red kind. And he sees you spot them.
“I don’t want to kill you. It gets lonely in these woods. We’ve wanted a companion of sorts. We called to you, you came. Go on and finish the fritter. We’re going for a walk.”
Your vision becomes slightly cloudy and you swear you see the color of his eyes change. But instead of blurry everything looks filtered. Prettier even. The colors more vibrant. “Where are we walking to?”
“There’s a good girl,” Ari answers biting his lip. He pushes back his chair quickly, extending his hand down to you. “What do you have to lose?”
You tilt your head thinking, remembering just how quickly the forest closed up around you. You don’t have anything to lose. And he’s nice enough. Following him out of the cottage and everything looks fake. Almost sparkling, and hazy around the edges.
“You okay?” he asks you with a smirk. You only nod in response and he pulls at your arm, leading you further away from the cottage and deeper into the woods.
“And here it is,” looking around at the pond. “Three days is a long time,” his voice turns soft, and he pulls you closer to him.
Your hands roam over his body, moving over the hills and valleys of pure chords of muscles. Gliding down even lower when he tilts your head back to look at him. “What do you think, pretty girl?”
Ari’s lips ghost over your cheek. Moving lower to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck. “Hmm?” his voice thick on your body. The deep timbre going directly to your core, and Ari feels it. Rumbling a chuckle on your shoulder.
With a whimper of his name he closes the gap between you. Your body melting onto his. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“It’s a little too hard.”
“Sweet Goldie, you haven’t felt hard yet.”
You take a deep gulp, and try to step back from him, “Is that what you really want?”
“No,” your voice whispers. “What are you doing to me?”
“Nothing yet, you okay with that?” nodding your head, he cocks his own to the side, “Did the big papa bear leave you speechless? Use your words Goldie.”
“I-I-I’m okay,” you hiccup out, and he pulls away, and you miss him immediately following him as he walks towards the water.
“If you take my hand, you can never go,” regardless of the ominous warning, you grab his hand tightly, and he pulls the both of you in the water. Holding tight to you as the two of you splash around.
You become lightheaded, and giggly with him. Swearing you saw a tuft of black fur. And when you turn to look, you see bear. “Ari,” your voice cries out, and he turns to look.
“Oh, he’s mostly harmless. Go on, get. Can’t you see we’re swimming,” with a puff of annoyance, he travels off. “Gotta be careful of predators. They’ll make you feel safe before they attack.”
“Is that what you are?” he smiles, and pulls you close to him. His hand drifts all over you body, before he starts peppering his lips all over you.
“And if I am, and you’re my prey?” he asks, grabbing at your leg, wrapping it around him, and you feel the weight and thickness of his length. Letting out a desperate whimper. “Is there something wrong?”
“It’s too hard.”
“It’s supposed to be,” Ari’s fingers start ripping at your dress, before moving to his own clothes, and your hands really start roaming his broad chest. Leaning closer to kiss along his drenched skin.
His fingers tease at your entrance before pushing through your tight walls. Swallowing the yelp that emits from your mouth. Pumping those thick digits in your cunt, before he turns to scissoring them in your channel. “Ari, it’s too big,” your whine is pitiful.
And he laughs when you cling tighter to him. “But you want it though, don’t you? It’ll fit. It’ll be tight, but I can make it fit. Split you open and use you, Goldie.”
“Is it gonna hurt?”
“For a minute. And then it’ll make you feel so full. You can take it. I can tell. You’ll just form around me,” it’s a good thing that this mountainous man is tall, because you’re just floating. He teases his tip through your folds. Making yourself even more heated for him. Mewling out his name.
“Please.”
“As you like,” he growls out before spearing into you. Moving achingly slow, and you cry out his name. Clinging to him and chanting it was too big, but he doesn’t stop until he bottoms out.
Holding you still while you cry over his heavy and thick cock. His lips kissing you, “Such a good job. You took me so well, and now, don’t you feel so full? Split you in two, didn’t I? And you want more, don’t you?”
“I do,” Ari looks into the distance, and gives a devilish smirk at your wording.
“You want me to destroy you? Make you see stars?”
“Please.”
Wrapping his arms firmly around your body, he uses you as his own personal doll. Bouncing you over his dick, and drowning in your sweet sounds. His eyes look at you so fondly, and can’t get enough of your hopeless sobs of his name.
Arranging your insides and making tears spring to your eyes. A sort of pleasured pain that you become addicted to. He was right. So full, so stretched, so satisfied in every sense of the word.
Grasping onto his beautiful tanned and warm skin, while he continues to work your body. Wielding it as if both of your lives depended on it. Sinking over him, until the stinging stretch is the most pleasing and delightful feeling.
“It’s like you were made for us. Stay with me,” it’s hard to focus on anything but the way he feels. “Stay with me. We’re not finished with you.”
“Ari,” you whimper, feeling a tingly heat in your belly. “Ari!”
“Let them hear it. You’ve got me in a vice grip. Don’t want to let me go,” it’s true you don’t. Throwing your head back you scream his name out like a prayer. Pleasure overtaking your body as you cum hard. Your skin heats up with the euphoric high the runs through your veins.
“Fuck! Perfect. So perfect. How does it feel?”
“Just right!” you scream out into the forest. The crows caw as they fly away from your shrieks. “It’s so fucking right!” you huff as as another orgasm rushes through you.
You eyes start to flutter close, but he doesn’t stop. “Rest, Goldie. I’ll take care of you, when I’m finished.”
You should have listened to those warnings. In way deeper than you ever thought. Letting a man you just met, use you for his own. But you were getting something out of it as well. Too bad you weren’t really listening to what he was saying. Paid attention to your wording and your promises. You should have listened.
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#Goldilocks and the three men#goldilocks and the 3 men#modern day fairy tale AU#modern day fairy tale smut#smutty tales#fanfiction#ari levinson#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson smut#Red Sea Diving Resort#rsddr#chris evans
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A Striking Match
Rated: M
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters
Pairing: Jounouchi Katsuya/Kaiba Seto
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Aged-Up Character(s), Fake/Pretend Relationship, Background Relationships, Enemies to Lovers, Matchmaking, Crossdressing, Mixed-Race Character, Bigotry & Prejudice, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Class Differences, Tokyo (City), 5+1 Things, Romance, Getting Together, Awkward Dates, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Mild Sexual Content
Most people are overjoyed to land a matchmaking date with one of Tokyo's wealthiest and most eligible bachelors. Not Shizuka, though. But he's also one of her firm's biggest clients. Fearing that it might negatively impact her career if she turns him down, she begs her older brother to crossdress and take her place.
Katsuya isn't enthused to pretend to be his sister. But for her sake, he can play the part for one measly date. He's sure he'll never see Kaiba again afterward, especially after Kaiba sees through the act. Yet he soon finds himself entering into a curious arrangement with the man.
Or the five times Katsuya crossdressed on a date with Kaiba Seto and the one time he didn't.
@yearoftheotpevent January prompt: fake dating
Katsuya pressed the pen tip above the signature line and paused. He looked up at Isono and asked, "You think this is a terrible idea, don't you?"
Isono looked even more out of place in Katsuya's kitchenette than Kaiba did last night. In the dark of night, Kaiba could have been a mirage or some evil spirit that followed him home—something Katsuya could have easily written off. The offer, now backed by legal paperwork and a surly assistant(?) in the cold light of day, seemed more of a Faustian bargain than a fairy-tale whim.
Isono cleared his throat and straightened the sunglasses he'd jolted askew. "It's not my place to question Seto-sama's decisions."
Katsuya laughed and shook his head. A black blot grew ever larger from the ink bleeding out of the pen. "Yeah, I'm with you. This is probably a terrible idea."
Read Chapter 1/8: The Arrangement
#fic: A Striking Match#puppyshipping#violetshipping#kaijou#yugioh#yotp 2023#my fanfiction#new year new fic#goes to hide under a rock now#dunno why this one makes me so nervous when i post way worst smut#thanks again to Dane for helping me with the header and stopping the eye crimes
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In the mood for...
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1. Hello! I don't know if you'll get this by then but happy valentine's day! (Or belated) I was wondering if i could be led to a compilation of Good Person/ Parent Yu Ziyuan if you have one. It's hard to find any Wwx & Yu Ziyuan relationships in ao3 since the tags are mostly sarcastic 😂 anyways thank you!
some things go forward by everythingispoetry (T, 73k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hospitals, Teenage Drama, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Happy Ending) yzy is a very good mother to wwx in this! Content warning for cancer treatments and hospitals, but overall a fluffy story.
And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 138k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together) She starts still on the side of /harsh/ but nowhere near canon levels, and gets better as the story goes.
There's also the actual Good Parent Yu Ziyuan (and the one conjoined with JFM) tag on Ao3
Still Waters by PorcupineGirl (G, 6k, wangxian, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, YZY pov, protective YZY, arranged marriage)
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2. Any recommendations with the Xuanwu of Slaughter theme? @izamoonie
Cave Survival (or: how the Xuanwu cave could have gone) by cerbykerby (T, 6k, WangXian, Trope Fic, Alternative Events, Canon Compliant, forced stripping, Almost-Crackfic, Pining, Pining LW, JOblivious Wwx, Almost-Drowning, kiss of life and other tropes, Humor, Fluff, Romance)
won't you let me know you now by tardigradeschool (T, 12k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mutual Pining, Telepathy, Vulcan Mind Melds, Pre-Relationship, very background 3zun, Protective Siblings, Friends to Lovers)
Outside Another Yellow Moon by Vamillepudding (T, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, Fairy Tale Elements, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ Needs a Hug, Curse Breaking)
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3. Helloooo!! For the next IITMF, I'd like to request these :
A) fics where Lans are protective of WWX. (e.g. Hoards and Treasures)
B) omegaXian being pregnant and everyone's doting on him (especially Lans)
C) fics where WWX is famous for his invention/books/cultivation etc. (bonus if his parents are alive/he's not a part of the Jiang)
Thank you so much ✨ @utxqia
3A)
Cluster of Clouds by Nika_Raven_Celeste (T, 19k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, JC & WWX, time travel, post-canon lans time travel, cloud recesses study era, confused WWX, soft LQR, soft LWJ, not JC friendly, not YZY friendly, genius WWX, horny LWJ, oblivious WWX, WIP) I think this one counts as protective Lans?
3B)
bridge & shelter by RennieOnIceCream (Hitsugi_Zirkus) (T, 3k, wangxian, ABO, pregnancy, mpreg, unplanned pregnancy, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, comfort, cuddling & snuggling, scenting, light angst)
3C)
To Respect a Scholar by FlautistsandPeonies (G, 5k, wangxian, WWX & LQR, genius WWX, not JC friendly, author WWX)
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4. good day (or night)! I am in search of fics where wangxian are each other's firsts, like they are in canon. first love, first kiss, etc. preferably ratings M or E, but I won't mind anything else. thank you!!
my life’s journey is far from over by thelastdboy (E, 148k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canon Divergence, Madam Lán Lives, JYL Lives, WQ Lives, Post-Sunshot Campaign, POV WWX, Slow Burn, YLLZ WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU but not too modern™, mlm/wlw solidarity, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, WWX Lives, Mental Health Issues, References to Depression, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Single Parent WWX, Selectively Mute LWJ, Eventual Smut, Light Dom/sub)
Half a Bottle of Emperor's Smile by wuzhishan (E, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, Romance, Fluff, Pining LWJ, Oblivious WWX, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, College/University, First Time, A Typical Modern Day No-Angst Get-Together Fluff Fic)
Somebody With Whom to Dance by failedcharismacheck (T, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Dancing, Slow Dancing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff)
In This Reality (it could only be you) by Khashana (E, 5k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, fluff and porn, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Oblivious WWX, Lan Disciple WWX, very light somnophilia, blink and you miss it really, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Alpha-Alpha Sex, Rut Sex, Knotting, no dubcon, Alpha LWJ, Alpha WWX) (I hope the requestor is okay with ABO!) ((Also this I think was the response for a fic finder from before that I cant find 😵 I hope that person sees these tags and clicks on this fic!)
Sweet Ink Nothings by monarch_v (G, 2k, WangXian, High School, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Secret Admirer, Friends to Lovers)
Rumor Has It by Ulan (T, 4k, WangXian, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Canon Divergence, spoiler warning, CQL-Verse, Fix-It, we were robbed in the ending)
For a Good Time, Call by ScarlettStorm, 1st in series (E, 170k, wangxian, modern, getting together, pining, porn, onlyfans au, sexworker WWX, minor angst, mental health, therapy is good) despite the sex worker Wei Ying tag, WY is only physically with LZ and it’s quite sweet
Teach Me The Ways by likeafox (E, 58k, wangxian, canon divergence, porn with (is) plot, much smut much feelings)
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5. Itmf for fics where lwj is hurt or injured and wwx tames care of him? Im happy with Canon or AU!
Some strange magic by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 15k, WangXian, Fantasy, Witch WWX, Wizard LWJ, Major Character Injury, Sex Magic, Dual Cultivation, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Horny LWJ, Trust Issues, despite these tags, There's actually very little smut)
Careful hands by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 10k, wangxian, canon divergence, BAMF WWX, protective WWX, hurt LWJ, genius WWX, angst, hurt/comfort, getting together, first time, LWJ pov, not a fix-it)
my bones into your bones by butterflylungs (M, 17k, wangxian, post-canon, case fic, established relationship, whump, hurt/comfort, protective WWX, angst w/ happy ending)
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6. bonjour! est-ce que vous avez des fics avec Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan, et Xue Yang, mais ils ne sont pas romantique? merci beaucoup!! (Soft translation - Good morning! do you have fics with Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan, and Xue Yang, but they are not romantic? Thanks a lot!! - Mod C)
Au demandeuse/eur/aire du #6: faut-il qu'il soit en français ? La seule fic que j'ai trouvée en français sur AO3 qui liste même les trois est MDZS en passant par les UA, par TsukiyomiHimeKuran (E, 13k, wangxian, modern, fantasy au, college/university au, high school au, no powers au, stripper au, who framed Roger rabbit setting).
To the querent for #6: does it have to be in French? The only fic I’ve found in French on AO3 that even lists all three is MDZS en passant par les UA, by Tsukiyomi HimeKuran
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7. Hi! ITMF Yunmeng bro reconciliation while they are physically rebuilding Lotus Pier? Ie fics that focus on cutting wood, building houses, setting cobblestones, regrouping with any survivors, breathing the life back into their home.
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8. I'm in the mood for fics like Piecemeal Souls by hypermoyashi
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9. Hi there! 👋 so I have a request for itmf and im not sure if any of you will have much luck because, as often as fic of this general theme is requested, there doesn't seem to be a whole lot of fic written for it. So! Being a little bit more specific here: are there any fics (modern or canon au) where lqr is a jerk to wwx and then, when he realizes he was wrong, actually has to apologize and work to be forgiven? I've noticed a lot of fics where he's not a great person to wwx usually end with "but he loves babies and a-yuan so I guess he has to tolerate wwx now 🤷♀️" and I hate it lmao thank you for any help you can give me!
Hello! I was the asker for #9 in the latest itmf. I just finished reading hope blooms and it was good! But lqr wasn't even mentioned at all in it? So not really what I was looking for 😂 maybe my request was just misread but I'm looking for fic with lan QIREN messing up and then having to work for forgiveness, not lan WANGJI. Sorry for the trouble and thank you so much!
hope blooms by orphan_account (T, 3k, WangXian, Hanahaki Disease, Pining, Amnesia, Epistolary, Fluff, with a soupçon of angst I guess?, idk i feel like we all calibrate angst differently, Happy Ending) not sure if this may work for Requestor ?
What Comes After Love by Rainbow_Horizon (T, 17k, WangXian, POV LWJ, Protective LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings, POV WWX, Sad WWX, Jealous WWX, Módào Zǔshī & The Untamed Combination, Post-Canon, Insecurity, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Break Up, Separations, Healing, Husbands, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, marriage issues, Marriage Proposal) Asker, let us know if this works !
Deeper Seasons by piecrust (G, 8k, LQR & WWX, WangXian) I completely misread LQR as LZ 💀 sorry abt that 🙈here is another offering!
Judge Softly by Chrononautical (E, 32k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LQR & WWX, accidental voyeurism, non-consensual mind reading, oblivious WWX, bamf WWX, genius WWX, post-canon Fix-it, angst w happy ending, LQR tries)
I'm Sorry & Thank You by Iamnotawriter (T, 12k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, lqr's epipheny, Angst with a Happy Ending)
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10. Hi! I wanna know bout fics where a junior has a puppy crush (that doesn't go anywhere) on wwx. Or no crush but they admire him so much they are constantly hyping him up the way ljy is with lwj. Thanks!!
❤️ The One-Body Problem by metisket (T, 29k, LJY & WWX, LJY & LSZ, wangxian, possession, cohabitation) not a crush per se but ljy is in awe of Wei ying
🧡 I Don't Want to Debut! by countingcr0ws (G, 56k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality show, Idols, Actor LWJ, Forced Contestant WWX, Tencent's 2021 Idol Producer) same thing here where it's not a crush but the juniors are amazed by Wei ying (modern au no cultivation but the Wei ying awe is real!)
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11. Hi mods! Hope you're all well! For your next ITMF, could anyone rec me a fic similar to Three Together by catty_the_spy? I fell in love with it but I've not found any other fics with that kind of premise. Thank you!
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12. I'm looking for trans man wwx
Trans WangXian Comp
Butter My Biscuit by LikeAFlamingKiss_Consume (E, 23k, WangXian, nonbinary!LZ, Transman!WY, Mpreg, WWX Has a Pregnancy Kink, Unplanned Pregnancy, Vaginal Sex, LWJ Has a Pregnancy Kink, ace spectrum WangXian, WangXian Have a Breeding Kink, Consensual Somnophilia, discussion of transphobia, Hints of dysphoria, Lactation Kink, Breastfeeding, Giving Birth, I guess a bit of sadism?)
strange feeling by siwona (M, 605, WangXian, trans man wwx, cis mxy, Dysphoria, Hurt/Comfort, Kinda?)
butter my biscuit by ariskamalt (E, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Trans WWX, Established Relationship, Cunnilingus, Consensual Somnophilia, Temperature Play, PWP)
it was the fault of the lips by luckymarrow (E, 15k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, First Time Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, trans!wwx, cis!lwj, Getting Together, Deepthroating, Safe Sane and Consensual, Cunnilingus, Fluff and Smut, Misunderstandings, Communication, Transphobia, trans!WQ, Comedy, Romantic Comedy, Sex Toys, Sex Talk, gender euphoria, Masturbation, non-sexual nudity, Squirting, Come Eating, Creampie, Barebacking, Coming Out, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Switching, Pining while fucking)
our shadows fall away like dust by lamusadelils (T, 4k, LQR & WWX, LQR & LWJ, WangXian, Modern AU, POV LQR, Trans WWX, Supportive LQR, Graduate Student WWX, Coming Out, trans feels, Family Feels, all the feels, Found Family)
Wangxian are Married and Have a Son (But Not Necessarily in That Order) by mercyandmagic (M, 24k, WangXian, Unplanned Pregnancy, trans wwx, Disappointing LQR, Gender Dysphoria)
It is a serious thing just to be alive by Itgoeson (E, 57k, WangXian, Time Travel, Trans WWX, Established Relationship, Angst with a happy ending)
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13. Hey, can you please rec fic(s) where LWJ fucks up badly and WWX does NOT forgive him? And maybe makes a fam of his own w/o LWJ?? @utxqia
To Be Filial by Samstagram903 (G, 3k, past WangXian, WWX/OMC, LWJ/OFC, Modern AU, Break Up, Sad Ending, Depends on Who You Ask, LWJ POV) LZ leaves WY because of 'Duty' and WY moves on 😌
drunk walk home by Anonymous (G, 760, WangXian, Mentioned WangCheng, Cheating LWJ, Sad WWX, Break Up)
drivers license by AG1234VL (T, 11k, WWX/Other, WangXian, LWJ/LQY, Modern AU, Hurt No Comfort, slight comfor?Non-Chronological, Song fic, Crying WWX, ice cream and beer, breakup weight gain, Lots of Crying, Angst, Homophobia, from lqr, wangxian breakup) Good breakup fic (for me is a we ain't never getting back together WWX and sad bunny LWJ). Chap 1 is breakup sad WWX. Chap 2 is happy WWX/ I've made a horrible mistake LWJ.
Infidelity AU Series by Asmayi (M, 38k, WangXian, WangYu, XianNing, Modern AU, Hurt No Comfort, Sad WWX, Cheating, Infidelity, Emotional Infidelity, OOC, Professor LWJ, Engineer WWX, Student MXY, Teacher-Student Relationship, College/University, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Heavy Angst, Married WangXian, Mental instability, Break-Up, Divorce, Not MXY Friendly) The first fic is pure agony and not meant for wangxian lovers. The following fics have WY moving on and finding happiness in a family of his own.
There's also a fic with alternate timeline where LZ doesn't fuck up, for wangxian lovers.
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14. Hello✨✨✨ i tagged you in a post but just to be sure, i'm sending this as an ask too, can you pls help us find this fic?
(The OP talks about how if novel and cql wangxian met cql wangxian would all be up in arms bc novel lwj married some rando while novel wwx laughs and enjoys the ensuing chaos)
I think it could be either a mood for or a ficfinder so just put this wherever's next if it's not a bother thank you💕💕 @evadingreallife
💙 feel better love by Anonymous (T, 8k, WIP, WangXian, implied WangXianXian, Post-Canon, Crack Treated Somewhat Seriously, in a haha jk...unless? way, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crack, Crossover)
Key Differences by pupeez4eva (T, 5k, WangXian, Humor, Dimension Travel, Crossover, Drama!WWX meets Novel!WWX, Public Confessions, Post-Canon)
We always get what we deserve!(Doesn't matter even if you think you don't deserve it. Fate has mysterious ways!) by Ajareenlovesbtsandshinee (Not Rated, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon, CQL WWX and MDZS WWX Exchange places, Happy Ending, Post-Canon Fix-It)
The Young, the Horny, the Jaded and the Jade: Partners in Time by Admiranda (M, 43k, WIP, WangXian, Established couple, Crossover, road trip with your older selves, teasing your younger selves about their obvious crushes, yin iron does yin iron things, mdzs/cql crossover, adult wangxian, Teenage Wangxian)
I don't know if any of these are the fic you are looking for specifically but they do have MDZS WangXian meeting CQL WangXian - Mod C
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16. *Holding out a tin cup to the ITMF crowd* A) Wen Ning and the Juniors? Spare Wen Ning teaching and traveling with the Juniors? The juniors supporting and standing up for Wen Ning? Wen Ning being adopted by the kids from various sects, perhaps? Just a crumb of Wen Ning and the Juniors for this poor old beggar?
B) Also, if at all possible -- fics where Wen Ning becomes a sect leader? The particulars don't matter, I just loved Wen Ning becoming Wen-Zongzhu in Time Is But A Paper Moon and now I have a mighty need for more.
Thank you in advance! @lewiscarrolatemybrain
16A)
Waiting On The Night Hunt by JustAWanderingBabbit (G, 50k, Grudging Respect Friendship, Inappropriate use of lightning storms) post-canon; Wen Ning gradually earns the respect of cultivationdom, chaperoning the juniors, helping out on night hunts, teaching cultivational alchemy to Lan Jingyi, and cleaning up some unfinished business of Xue Yang’s
intertwined with
Pieces of Us by JustAWanderingBabbit (Not Rated, 32k, dead characters being dead, Mostly Canon Compliant, Snark, Implied Violence, Happy ending.) the same storyline from sapient fierce corpses Jin Guangyao and Nie Mingjue’s POV
different people with a common pain by littledust (G, 2k, LSZ & WN, Grief/Mourning, Hopeful Ending, Minor OCs get (non-graphically described) cholera but they get better!) in the course of their post-canon uncle-nephew bonding trip, Wen Ning and Lan Sizhui investigate a village’s spate of mysterious deaths; the solution lies in Wen Qing’s legacy of healing
seances are not forbidden in the cloud recesses by EHyde (G, 611, Fluff, [Podfic] seances are not forbidden in the cloud recesses by sisi_rambles) Lan Qiren discovers that Wen Ning has volunteered as a test subject for the Lan juniors’ Inquiry practice
Two fics in which the Juniors throw WN a surprise birthday party:
When Flowers Bloom, the Heart does too by DepthOfMusic (G, 1k, WN's Birthday, WN-centric, Cinnamon Roll WN, One Big Happy Family)
And
gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder by lao_you_tiao (G, 3k, WangXian, WN/Happiness, Birthday Presents, Birthday Fluff, Fluff, One Big Happy Family, Post-Canon, Slightly sassy WN)—along with Wangxian
The Energy of Youth(s) by Laylah (E, WN/Junior Quartet, Sex Magic, Group Sex, literal healing cock, First Time for Everyone, Fierce Corpse Sex, Protect the Ghost General at All Costs) if you’re up for a raunchy take on your request, has the Junior Quartet infusing vital yang qi into WN in a sexual quintuple-cultivational ritual
16B)
Mending the Pieces by JustAWanderingBabbit (G, 98k, 3Zun) sequel to Waiting on the Night Hunt and Pieces of Us. WQL, although not exactly a Sect Leader, is by then in a position of authority and respect, running a non-sectarian night-hunt training camp on Lake Caiyi; his young students include the 3Zun, reincarnated, and an adult LSZ and JL take part in the adventure.)
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17. Hello, hello! Hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening. I was wondering if you have a list of "Wei Ying being adopted by other MXTX couples" or even couples that are not MXTX (ex: WenZhou). There is no list for that, no ~Mod L If not, I guess this could go to "I'm in a mood for...". Anyways, thank you for your hard work 🤠🤠
the hearth series by eccentrick (G/T, 65k, WangXian, HuaLian, Found Family, fluff with plot, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Disabled Character, Ableism, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, slow burn found family, Adopt WWX, Married HuaLian, Post-Canon TGCF, Kid Fic, TGCF Spoilers) "a warm coal in the hearth of our hearts" by eccentrick and "the hearth" series in general
The Young Masters of Four Seasons Manor by gaotamao (G, 91k, WangXian, WenZhou, YeRong, Time Regression fix-it, WKX raises monstrous sons, Not Jiang Sect Friendly, No Golden Core Transfer) or the one specific one I know where WenZhou parent Wangxian that I liked
Spirited Away series by PhantomWriter (T, 45k, wenzhou, WKX & WWX & ZZS, wangxian, canon divergence, WOH crossover, adoption)
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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***
#wangxian#mdzs#wangxian fic recs#i'm in the mood for a fic#the untamed#wangxian fic search#wangxianficfinder#long post
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kth1 Wip Poll (221108)
Here is where tumblr user, kth1, is requesting feedback and interest in their list of active floating wips I have running around in my documents and head. Please, if you have the time and patience, follow through the poll and fill out the necessary areas!
Thank you so much in advance and Happy Reading! 🧡
i completely cut down on a handful of wips too... like seriously... a handful! (honestly, like I cut about 9 fics) full descriptions and ideas aren’t labeled due to laziness and other reasons. please don’t take the ideas i have laid out. but if something inspires you, like we could totally work together and make a lil mini collab. bet. hit me up!
Below the cut are the list of fics I am currently ready to elaborate more on! The poll is located at the end of the post!
total wips: 11
Amalgamation [MYG]
⁀➷ Idea: Beautifully based off the Underworld film series. Events are very similar but more in the OC perspective! Like, I can’t express this anymore. Yoongi is basically Selene in this and OC is Michael.
⁀➷ Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Fem Human!Reader
⁀➷ Themes: fantasy/supernatural, action, thriller, romance, smut
To Find the Sheep [JJK]
⁀➷ Idea: Based off of Red Riding Hood film (2011) which is adapted from the original Little Red Riding Hood fairy-tale.
⁀➷ Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader
⁀➷ Themes: fantasy, angst, mystery, romance, smut
Power Hour [KNJ]
⁀➷ Idea: OC works at the HYBE gym and falls head over heels for the beefy hunk who works out routinely every week. They develop a nice little crush on another (kind of) and then they... well... you know.
⁀➷ Pairing: Namjoon x Fem Reader
⁀➷ Themes: strangers to lovers, smut
Safe Haven [PJM]
⁀➷ Idea: Jimin is a royal guard for your family. Proving his loyalty and dedication to you once your family gets attacked by rebels. This one I do have coming out in a collab in 2023! But please give royal guard jimin a chance to sweep you off your feet and save you from the rebels! He’s got the moon sequence tattooed down his back!
⁀➷ Pairing: Royal Guard Werewolf!Jimin x Fem Princess!Reader
⁀➷ Themes: semi-modern day au, forbidden love au, smut
Game Point [KTH]
⁀➷ Idea: Basically, OC is the new assistant coach for the Korea men’s national volleyball team. She quickly learns that someone on the team was one of her last drunken hook ups, but it unfortunately isn’t the handsome ambidextrous right side hitter by the name of Kim Taehyung. This one is scary for me to write and I come back to it ever so often. I love volleyball and would love nothing more than to see Taehyung in a volleyball setting. I just don’t know if anyone else would care.
⁀➷ Pairing: Volleyballplayer!Taehyung x Fem AssistantCoach!Reader
⁀➷ Themes: strangers to lovers, smut
Haven’t Had Enough [KTH]
⁀➷ Idea: When things begin heading down the rocky path of bad behaviors and habits while on the road to success, the two of you struggle to keep the heartwarming connection you once shared. Where countless reminders of not having another serves you every single second in each others presence. Even though the two of you collectively agreed to the split in the first place, neither one of you are comfortable enough to give up on another. Apart of a future collab! Yes they break up but they get back together.
⁀➷ Pairing: LeadSinger!Taehyung x Fem MerchManager!Reader
⁀➷ Themes: established relationship, angst, smut
Feeling Frisky [PJM]
⁀➷ Idea: Hybrid!!!! Jimin purposely hunts oc for fun, a casual encounter between the two of them. The thrill of the hunt and capturing his prey is always arousing. ;) Snowy mountain caves with secret hot springs are the thoughts here. Just a nice little frisky fun loving.
⁀➷ Pairing: SnowLeopard!Taehyung x Fem BlueSheep!Reader
⁀➷ Themes: fwb, fluffy, smutty
Lessons Learned [KTH]
⁀➷ Idea: Aight, here me out. Pokemon themed. Taehyung runs an Eevee/Pokemon daycare/breeder facility and OC is trying to get her Eevee to evolve! So OC and Taehyung work alongside another to help OC’s Eevee become comfortable to change. Blue hair Taehyung is the need. I won’t ruin the innocence of Pokemon here, I promise!
⁀➷ Pairing: Taehyung x Fem Reader
⁀➷ Themes: pokemon au, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut
Pursuite to Articuno [PJM]
⁀➷ Idea: Surprise, another pokemon themed one! This one is basically Jimin as a trainer, looking to collect himself an Articuno so he travels to the Seafoam Islands in hopes to battle and capture one. However, the one he finds already has a trainer. OC. Purple hair Jimin is the vibe.⁀➷ Pairing: Jimin x Fem Reader
⁀➷ Themes: pokemon au, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut
Velvet Voice [JJK]
⁀➷ Idea: Uprising lead singer Jungkook has never had a problem finding himself a nightly companion to share a bed with. What he doesn’t expect is that he finds himself with a true nightly companion after his set. Yes, oc is a vampire in this one.
⁀➷ Pairing: LeadSinger!Jungkook x Fem Vampire!Reader
⁀➷ Themes: supernatural au, strangers to lovers, smut
No Title* [PJM]
⁀➷ Idea: Jimin is attached to a very rare and exotic flower which OC ends up buying to spice up her apartment decorations. Throughout the days, she begins running more and more into this very seductive, beautiful man which she never had met before.
⁀➷ Pairing: Incubus!Jimin x Fem Reader
⁀➷ Themes: supernatural au, strangers to lovers, smut
I am very willing to chat a little more about each fic, but I will not give the whole run down on what I plan on doing with them. Me asking for your feedback is me looking for reassurance and hope. Interest and excitement. I don’t normally reach out like this, but I am willing to try and see exactly what some of you guys may be looking forward to seeing!
Just shoot me an ask if you have any questions!
Other than that: HERE IS THE POLL FOR THE FICS
#mb#kth1 wip poll#dont steal my ideas either because literally most of these fics all got something towards them and imma throw elbows#i really did cut so many wips because i even couldn't find myself to liking them enough right now hahaha#i will be self reblogging this here and there
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The Memory of Your Touch (Makes Me Want It More)
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EQbwkcB
by ReadInTheNight
When Damen had entered Laurent’s apartment the blonde had been close to tears. It had shocked Damen to see the other man so vulnerable. Usually, the other man kept most of his emotions behind a brick wall. Not tonight apparently. Damen could see how overstressed, tired and exhausted Laurent had been. He’d quickly thrown his idea for tonight’s scene away and came up with a different plan. A plan that would make Laurent let go of everything that had happened at work. That would make him relax and enjoy the moment. A plan that would make him stop thinking and start just being.
Prompts Day 27: Cockwarming | Daddy Kink | Sensory Deprivation
Words: 1356, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 27 of Capri Kinktober 2023, Part 2 of The Memory of Your Touch
Fandoms: Captive Prince - C. S. Pacat
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Damen (Captive Prince), Laurent (Captive Prince)
Relationships: Damen/Laurent (Captive Prince)
Additional Tags: soft, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, BDSM, Sub Laurent, Dom Damen, Dom/sub, Pining, Realizing you're in love, Cockwarming, Cock Warming, Fairy Tales, Rose Red and Snow White Reference, L'Étranger and Camus Reference, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Sleepy Cuddles, Aftercare, Stressed Laurent, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Cute, I love them so much, no beta we die like auguste, Capri Kinktober 2023, Kinktober 2023, Kinktober
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EQbwkcB
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